The glowing Tower of Light pulsed urgently in the distance. Each pulse sent waves of energy across the dream city. The streets flickered, buildings shifted slightly, and the silver river shimmered like it was trying to hold itself together. Isabelle and Daniel ran across the bridge toward the tower. “This place is really falling apart,” Daniel said, glancing at the unstable sky. Cracks of glowing light stretched across the dream sky like broken glass. Isabelle nodded. “If the Dream Core collapses, everything we created here might disappear.” Daniel looked determined. “Then we’re not letting that happen.” They reached the base of the tower. The massive crystal structure glowed brighter than ever before, but its light flickered unevenly. The doorway that had once opened calmly bef

