We have always met in my dreams, but for the first time, it feels as if I can truly see you.
Before, my gaze would slip past you, drawn to shifting landscapes—endless corridors and staircases, doorways opening onto places I almost remembered, cities bathed in the light of a sun that never rose. I wandered through these echoes of the in-between, always searching, never finding.
But now, I've crossed that threshold between what is real and what is not, finally finding you. Will I ever reach you?