If you knew your dreams were real. What would you do? How could you tell? When would you know? The face of another, so familiar in a dream, and yet foreign in the real world. Could you even recognize them? Would you reach for them? But, what if your dreams weren't your own? What if something else created them? And what if that something, was using your dreams, to change the world?
Captain Lorenzo trying to save the world, when she stumbles on the world stopping so she has to find a way to get the birds, cars and humans moving again. Part 1
Lost in the jungle, the man wandered aimlessly, his sense of purpose and direction dwindling with each passing step. His journey, once fueled by determination and excitement, had devolved into a meandering stroll, as he found himself perpetually sidetracked by the whims of his wandering mind. The dense foliage seemed to swallow him whole, obscuring his path and his priorities, leaving him to drift listlessly, a leaf on the winds of chance. Time itself became distorted, as the man's days blurred into a haze of forgotten intentions and unfulfilled goals, his travels reduced to a series of disconnected moments, devoid of purpose or progress. And yet, in this aimless wandering, he found a strange, liberating beauty, as if the jungle had become a mirror, reflecting back the freedom and fluidity of his own untethered spirit.
