Tessa John has always been fascinated by dreams—until her own begin to terrify her.
Vivid. Colorful. Impossibly real.
Desperate for answers, she seeks out Father Rodrigues, a priest with a kind face and a hidden past. But when he leads her to an ornate mirror hidden deep within the school, Tessa's search for truth becomes a descent into madness.
The reflection staring back at her isn't her own.
It has crimson eyes.
As Tessa unravels the secrets of those around her—a lovesick young man named Joe, a troubled student named Sana, and a matron who whispers that "we're all just characters in someone else's dream"—she stumbles upon a truth hidden for decades:
Father Rodrigues has been protecting a daughter the world must never know about.
But that secret is only the beginning.
Memories begin to slip away like water through fingers.
People die—or were they ever alive at all?
A diary reveals words that should never have been written:
"Rachel's legacy lives on through Sana's eyes."
And then Tessa remembers something chilling:
She came to Father Rodrigues about her dreams.
But did she really?
Or was that just part of the dream too?
The boundaries between dreamer and dream have blurred.
Reality is crumbling.
And one question echoes through the chaos:
WHO is the dreamer?
WHO is the dream?
And WHO will be left when the truth finally wakes up?
Genre: FICTION / Psychological
The young couple strolled hand in hand towards the serene river. The warm sunlight cast a golden glow on them. The gentle rustle of leaves and chirping birds filled the air, and created a sense of tranquility.
The girl, with a playful smile, bent down and skipped a small stone across the water's surface, watching as the circles spread and intersected. The ripples distorted the reflection, like a whispered secret, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
As the waves stilled, a face stared back - a face that wasn't hers!
The girl's eyes widened in terror, her grip on the boy's hand tightened, and her voice caught in her throat.
"What's wrong?" The boy asked, sensing her distress. His voice spiked with anxiety. But she couldn't speak, couldn't explain the horror that gripped her heart.
The boy followed her gaze, his expression skeptical. He saw only their reflections, smiling back at them, but the girl saw something more. She saw another girl, a doppelganger, staring back with piercing eyes.
At that moment, the girl's mind raced with questions.
How do you know which is real, we, or the one we see in the reflection?
What if we are the reflection, and the people at the other end are the real ones?
Are we the originals, or just mirrored illusions, with reality prowling beyond the glass?
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Italian
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Giada Colaciello
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Guadalupe Fowler
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