2025.09.17
Jane was always among the worlds, where waking up and dreaming, as the curtains of the dad change. During the day, she went quietly in ordinary life routines. At night, she entered a circle where memories, pity and forgotten secrets hung himself in the luminous stand. She became known as Dream Weaver in this invisible domain.
His job was neither to overcome the dreams of others nor to guide them gently, making pieces of grief with the threads of hope, sewing fear with flexibility, and tied the moments scattered over time. Often, he had to face the faces of strangers – sometimes fading, sometimes layers on top of each other – as if the existence itself was folded into polympists. There are stories of boring these faces that have slipped beyond the grip of awakening consciousness, yet Jane acknowledged them as important for the balance of the human soul.
One evening, she came to a face that knew and both ignorant. It shines between young people and age, light and shadow, laughter and silence. Jane again realized that she was looking at herself – not the linear time, but the comprehensive of every possibility that she lived, or could still be made. With cautious hands, he became his image in the fabric of dreams, accepting that even there was another tension inside the endless loom.
From that night, the dreamers awakened with a strange character, as if they had brushed against a truth whose name is very fragile. And Jane continued to make her own, knowing its role, not to solve the puzzles of life, but to remind others that their scattered themselves, in fact, when the dream tape is seen.