روايات وقصص ضمن Dream Of The Endless Sandman

“Ana, I wish you had stayed too!” [I don’t have much time left. I keep calling Evan, but I can’t reach him. I miss him so much. These past few days, every time I close my eyes, all I see is how we first met. If only life could stay like that forever. Evan, I miss you so much.] Evan closed the diary. Then he drew the blade across his wrist, right over the artery. In the final moments of his life, Evan turned on the recorder. As words like “old lady,” “get on your knees and beg,” and “more entertaining than teasing a dog” filled his ears, it felt as if the blood in his veins had frozen.

The room was dark and Scalet's breathing was slow and steady from across the room, but the voice had been close and clear. I shut my eyes and slowed my breathing reassuring myself that it was just in my head. The dream came fast and it was vivid, more real than any before. I stood in a place that wasn't the settlement, the sky was an endless void and the ground was covered in black sand. I felt him before I saw him, his presence was wrapped in lust and sin. His name a whisper through my mind, Riven, the man from the earlier dream. His beauty was almost cruel, his skin was pale and surrounded by a crimson glow, his hair dark and falling around his strong jaw, and his eyes were crimson and wic

Raymond had only just been sentenced to 20 years in prison when he received news of Laura's death, and he went insane on the spot. He wouldn't stop repeating his apologies and admitting that he was wrong, muttering them over and over again under his breath. Unfortunately, nobody cared about the words of a madman. … Three years later, Melanie's self-founded jewelry brand officially launched in Bell City. The same day, Raymond had a complete mental breakdown and killed himself in prison. When Melanie heard the news, it was the first time she had ever gotten completely drunk—alone on her balcony, crying and laughing by herself. She realized that she couldn't remember what Raymond looked like an

Him reduced into a homeless, orphaned rat. "Erase! Erase!" The images were so vivid that Sandro, the fourteen-year-old kid who still loved his family so much, ended up squatting down holding his head. Looking so fragile and pitiful, he repeated shouted for the image to be erased in his mind. He disliked it to death! Even in his dreams he always hated the nightmares always haunting him. Those nightmares were a bit okay since he never saw the scene clearly anymore due to the passage of time. But now, it was like he was reliving the bad dreams and he couldn't escape! He couldn't even wake up!

Ancient grief filled its face. "I remember now." The End's shadow recoiled. As though even it feared the truth. The child looked toward the sky. Toward the enormous eye. Toward the hand reaching through reality. Then whispered: "The Dreamer created existence." A pause. A trembling breath. "And something locked it away." The world shook violently. The colossal hand clenched. The sound of chains echoed again. Louder this time. Much louder. Reality itself seemed to scream. The End finally spoke. Its voice filled with unease.

It seemed so strange, but I had recently seen werewolves in my backyard and a mind-erasing army guy. "Why yes, I did. They call me The Sandman. Isn't that clever? It's way more humane than other forms of fighting, don't you think?" He yawned loudly. "How do you know someone is, uh, idimmu? I mean, how does their aura look?" I asked, afraid he was going to end our conversation at any moment and leave me alone in this dungeon. "Well, their aura changes when they use their gift. Usually, people have one strong color tinged with other colors depending on their mood. When idimmu use their gifts, they become multicolored, usually just two or three dominant colors, and their pattern is different th

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

I couldn't even tell how my hand got behind him, in a position that insinuated that I was pulling him to myself. “ No, I'm still dreaming. I'm definitely still dreaming”, I said to myself as I came to the realization that what was happening was a continuation of the dream I had last night. Sandman was definitely taking the whole dream thing too far. I said I liked the dream, not that I wanted to live in it. I calmed myself down as his weight still pressed on me, making the dream too real.

“As long as the First Dreamer continued imagining, new realities continued forming.” “The number of possibilities became infinite.” “The barriers between them began to weaken.” Ama suddenly understood. “If they all touched…” Orion nodded. “Everything would become everything else.” No beginnings. No endings. No choices. Only endless possibility without shape. The First Dreamer spoke softly. And what is wrong with that? Ama looked toward the breach. Toward the giant eye. Toward the impossible being beneath the river. “You'd erase who we are.” The eye seemed to brighten.