Chapter 37: Ripples in the Real World
Morning sunlight slipped through the curtains of Isabelle’s apartment. For a moment, she lay still in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her heart was beating faster than usual. The dream still felt incredibly vivid. The Tower of Light. The Dream Core. Elara disappearing into glowing dust. And the moment when the light had surrounded her and Daniel. Isabelle slowly sat up. “That felt… too real,” she whispered. She rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up fully. But something strange caught her attention. Her hand. A faint glowing line briefly appeared across her palm before fading away. Isabelle froze. “No way.” She turned her hand over again. The glow was gone. But she knew she hadn’t imagined it. Her mind raced. Did the dream actually follow me here? Meanwhile, across the city i
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