When the First Sleep happened, the First Dream began. And ever since, all of humankind has been traveling to other worlds when they rest, seeing miracles with other eyes while their earthly eyes are blinded. But more than wonders, a person desires love, and since the beginning of time, humans have been searching these worlds for their special ones.

Sometimes their special one ceased to exist when their eyes opened, and they awoke embracing only air. Sometimes they shared many grand adventures with a friend who became something more, but no friend has ever remembered what happened in someone else’s dream. And sometimes, the most beautiful and strange and heartbreaking and life-changing dreams are simply whisked away like petals on the morning breeze.

It is the tragedy of humans that whenever we pass through a door, we must do it alone. Everything can be gained, but everything must be left behind. No one can take the world with them. No one can take their special one back through the door. All we have are words. Words and memories.

It has been said that the only way to be certain that two people have shared the same dream is to write down every detail, every person, event, and feeling. If it matches exactly what another person wrote, then you may at long last be certain that a true connection has crossed the boundary between worlds.

And so I write this to you, my special one. I place my hope in the oldest and most unpredictable of magic--love--to bind us together across the ages and worlds and through the doors that we all must cross alone. If you read what I have written in these pages and remember a long-lost memory stored in a word locked away and left for years, pour out that word and let it fill you and wash away the dust that made you forget.

Come find me again. In this world, or the other.

LZ

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