Psychological_Draft

THE DREAMER

At this point, no mundane pleasure had any meaning to him. Paintings had lost their color, musical instruments had lost their tune, and food had lost its taste. Everything was meaningless now that his lover was gone. He would seclude himself in what used to be their home. He would spend his time reading and dreaming. Books would fly off the shelves,  night after night, read from beginning to end. His mind was obsessed with the only thing that would allow him to see her again. Even if only for a second.

During all those years, in dull solitude, he would try anything to see her once again. The only place left to look at was his very own mind, so he mastered the secrets of the dreams and unlocked the ability to control them, Lucid Dreaming.