Dunia Imajinasi の小説・ストーリー

“Do you have a dog? Is that what it normally does?” “No, my ma won’t let me. I just know how dogs would behave in the same situation.” “Amazing. You are like an outsider to your own body. You are able to project yourself out of yourself and into the self of other beings.” “Duh. There’s a word for it,” Kate said. “Imagination.” “Please use some more of this ‘imagination’. I would like to see the world straight through human eyes. Please lend your eyes to me.” “I don’t think I’m the right person…”

A narrative that may harbor the solutions they've sought, the purpose they've yearned for, and the pledge of a destiny that transcends the constraints of their reality. The dream's enchantment lingers, its details etched into the new character's thoughts like an indelible mark. A sensation, reminiscent of the pull of destiny, urges them to delve into the meaning behind the vivid images that unfolded in their slumber. Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye.

It was only them here, so why would Blue suddenly suffer a shock? “I don’t know.” Reyan answered and looked at Blue before he looked away. Hail didn’t ask anymore and let Blue rest on the side. “Reyan, that earlier, what do you mean by what you said?” he asked. Skye also looked at Reyan when he recalled it. “What do you mean by ‘imagination’?” he asked. As far as he can recall, Reyan never told him about this. What does ‘everything comes from one’s imagination’ mean? He thought, feeling puzzled.

His prompts are like keys that unlock the doors to uncharted territories, inviting me to explore the vast landscapes of my imagination. In this realm of creativity and narrative, I am free to weave tales of heroes and villains, of love and loss, of triumph and despair. It is a place where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, where the mundane is transformed into something magical. With each stroke of my pen, I breathe life into characters who dance across the pages, their stories unfolding before my very eyes.

Third person's P.O.V 2350 A.D The vast blue ocean stretched all over the horizon, coloring the world of the mid realm with its serenity and peace. The scene was truly breathtaking as it was the God's fine work and artistry that made the world of Meniscus happen. Meniscus, the only place; an object made of earth and air and fire and water, twice the sizes of the cooling moons, has sustained the growing life that the God of Man has successfully conjured.

Caroline smiled and turned over a card. “Oh, I work with all sorts of instruments,” she said. She looked at the card she had just turned over. It had an outline of a globe on it but there were symbols around it. “Did you know that there are many worlds?” Caroline asked without looking up at me. “Each world is similar, but has slightly different circumstances. Some created by choices of the people of that world, and some by the gods themselves.” I wasn’t sure if she was still talking to me at this point, and I was beginning to wonder if I should find someone. Caroline had been known to talk about things that others didn’t see, and had the reputation for being crazy. I didn’t like that people

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

"you should be looking down at my feet when you talk dirty rag!" "Excuse me,y..you mean,what?"I asked bemused. "yes that's what you are...a filthy rag!" "pardon.." "oh please don't pretend now"he cut in, raising his hand up to the air in disdain." you are unscrupulous,impure and disgusting. you go around with different men all the time to get a dollar note from their heavy pockets." "Why are you accusing me ....?I don't understand what you are talking about!"

⸻ This was the original. ⸻ 🌙 The First Dreamer Auren stood upon the dark waters. Silver light flowing around him. ✨ The ocean itself obeyed his thoughts. The stars that would someday exist slept within his dreams. ⸻ Then he smiled. And a thousand worlds appeared. 🌍✨🌍 ⸻ Everyone watching froze. ⸻ Because he hadn’t created those worlds. ⸻ He had imagined them. ⸻ And imagination became reality.