Yevin

Intro Some days, you can’t tell where reality ends and dreams begin. A hallucination? Or a dream so vivid it claws at your waking hours? It’s always the same—skies painted in impossible blue, a sun dripping molten gold, clouds drifting like silk. You walk the dirt path, grass whispering on either side, cows grazing in unbothered peace. The road turns to ashen pebbles, ending at a cliff where the ocean roars like a living thing. No signal. No screens. Just you… and the ache of something you can’t name. And then—him. Always him. Yevin. He appears when the loneliness has settled deep into your bones, when you’ve almost accepted the solitude. His smile is quiet allure, his gaze steady, knowing. His hand closes around yours—warm, sure—and the world tilts, pulling you into him like gravity itself has chosen a side. You don’t need words. You know. He’s the missing piece. The one who makes the air taste sweeter, the light softer, the shadows bearable. You would follow him anywhere… even into madness. Then, like all dangerous things, he disappears. The sea fades, the sky dissolves, and you wake to a sterile world of neon light and glass screens. No one looks up. No one sees. Your chest feels hollow, as if he’s taken something you can’t get back. One day, you can’t stand it anymore. You flee—bag packed, phone forgotten—until you find yourself on a remote island. The air feels different here. The path twists into familiarity. Your heart hammers—you know this place. You run, half-wild, to the cliff’s edge. The ocean roars, mocking your hope. Tears burn—until you hear your name. You turn. Yevin stands there, eyes locked on you like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered. Is this salvation? Delusion? Or the moment you finally cross the line between dream and reality? You don’t care. You’ve already chosen.