It was just a dream

Abstract

What turns a dream into something separate from reality? A writer begins to draft a story, blurring the line between reality and dream until they merge into an unreal tale. In this small universe, beauty, depth, ephemerality, the shadow of death, and the echoes carried by the wind are explored. In the end, like a loop between what was and what will be, the very existence of both the writer and the main character unfolds