πͺ‘ The Time Travelerβs Reality Weaver
π Introduction In the hidden corridors of the mind, there exists a place few ever reach β a dream-library wrapped in the folds of memory and imagination. Here, a young dreamer named Elaria wandered between the shelves, her fingers tracing the spines of books that pulsed faintly with starlight. The air shimmered with the scent of old ink, lavender, and something cosmic β stardust, perhaps. It was not her first time dreaming, but it was her first time remembering. ...