Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 The Silver Streets

Everything was different here. The buildings weren't made of brick and stone, but of crystallized memories. Some glowed bright gold—happy moments of strangers—while others were a deep, melancholic blue. I walked down the street, my footsteps silent on the glass-like ground. In this city, thoughts were louder than words. I saw a girl standing by a fountain made of stardust. She looked at me and smiled, "You're new here, aren't you? Welcome to the place where dreams come to live.