So, with all the craziness of feeling like I was running out of money, searching for a new job, getting a new roommate, and then finally getting the new job and starting with all the new things, my brain had no room to be creative. It had no energy to do so as all of the energy was spent elsewhere, just trying to survive.
Finally, I had a Monday off of work, and I was able to recoup, catch up on sleep, and my brain had some spare energy to create again!
I slept like ALL day that Monday, I stayed in bed until noon, and then when I woke up, I was ready to dive into the next writing idea!
I'm really happy about it. I've been using ChatGPT to help brainstorm and get my ideas written down quickly. I feel like I have a fairly decent rough idea about the world and some of the characters. I still need a bit more to really flesh the idea out, but it's coming. Here's a little preview of what I've been working on:
PROLOGUE:
In the depths of the dreamworld, far beyond the reach of ordinary sleepers, a figure stood cloaked in shadow. His hands hovered over a pool of swirling light—a window into the dreams of the girl who could never be allowed to remember. The pool flickered and shifted, displaying flashes of the girl’s nightly adventures: her soaring on the back of a dragon, solving ancient riddles with creatures made of starlight, laughing with companions she would never recall.
The cloaked figure’s face was obscured beneath the folds of a dark hood, but his eyes—sharp and filled with quiet power—never left the swirling images. His fingers moved in intricate patterns above the pool, the faintest hum of magic vibrating the air around him. The spell was delicate, woven with ancient words long forgotten by most, and he had been casting it for years. Every night, without fail.
“She’s getting closer,” came a voice from the shadows behind him. It was soft, but carried a weight that spoke with authority and fear.
The figure pursed his lips as the voice stepped closer to the pool of light and took the shape of an elderly man bent with age.
He continued, “The girl’s mother was so desperate when she asked us to subdue her daughter’s memories. At the time it seemed doable, but now… the girl’s power grows stronger.”
The cloaked figure remained silent, but he knew that what the elder said was true. Little cracks were forming in the spell—small but persistent. Each time the girl woke with that gnawing sense of something forgotten, the gap between dreams and reality grew thinner.
“She doesn’t know the danger she poses,” the figure finally said, his voice low and steady. “She can’t and she won’t, because as long as I am here, she will never fully remember.”
The elder’s eyes flicked to the pool, where the girl—Mia—was running through a forest of gold-tipped trees, her face glowing with joy. “She is powerful,” he murmured, “far more than she realizes. It’s rare for anyone to exist so freely in both realms, even more so for one to have the ability to bind them together.”
The cloaked figure nodded. That was the danger, the one Mia couldn’t understand. The dreamworld and the waking world were not meant to coexist. They were fragile mirrors of one another, separate but intertwined, each with its own laws and life. If Mia remembered, if she truly understood the power she carried within her, she would bring those worlds crashing together—colliding in a way that would tear both apart.
The elder let out a slow breath, the weight of centuries filling his words. “And yet, you are only buying us time. Each night, the spell weakens. You know it. We all can feel it. One day, your power will not be enough to keep her from remembering.”
“I know.” The cloaked figure’s voice was tight, though he kept his focus on the swirling images before him. Mia had stopped running. She was standing now, staring at the horizon where the dreamworld blurred into the unknown. For a moment, her face flickered with something like recognition. A dangerous spark. The figure tightened his grip on the spell, smothering the memory before it could take root.
“She must never know,” he whispered, more to himself than to the elder.
The elder stepped closer, placing a hand on the cloaked figure’s shoulder. “The balance must be maintained, whatever the cost.”
The figure’s hands trembled for a moment, though his magic did not falter. He had watched over Mia for years, protecting both worlds from the disaster that her memory could bring. But even he could feel the limits of his power. The cracks in the spell grew deeper with each passing night, but he could not fail. For the worlds’ sake and for Mia.
“I will do everything within my power,” the figure said at last. “For as long as I can.”
The elder gave a slow nod, his face grim. “Let us hope it’s enough.”
Even so, unspoken certainty hung in the air between them. One day, the spell would fail and Mia would remember. And when that day came, both worlds would crumble.
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Tada!
As it is, I make no promises for future updates on this story, but if I ever do, I will post them in my stories tab. I hope you enjoy it!
Find Joy!
- Pink Cat
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