Lucid Dream 🌕

7

There was a potion on the desk that definitely hadn’t been there before—glowing faintly, labeled Lucid Dream Potion, and glowing as if it had something to say. You drank it without thinking. One sip, and the classroom ripped apart like wet fabric, the ceiling folding itself into bright stars and the floor swallowing itself whole. You hit the ground—soft, breathing grass under a soft sky that blinked. The trees are symmetrical to each other. And then.... you saw her: a barefoot girl in a blue dress, eyes wide and wrong. She didn’t smile. She just said, “Now the dream knows you’re real.”