Becky is just seventeen. A girl like any other-until the dreams began. Vivid, chilling, and strangely beautiful, they pull her into a world where nothing is quite real... yet everything feels far too close.


Each night, she steps into a shadowed realm filled with butterflies, wilting flowers, and a voice she cannot see-only feel. A vampire watches her, never speaking, until one night, he asks:
"Would you like to have some wine?"


In the waking world, Becky is surrounded by her closest friends at university, trying to hold onto reality. But the dreams refuse to stay dreams. As the line between worlds blurs, she finds herself the center of something ancient, something quietly waiting to return.


And she may be the last one who can stop it.

To the dreamers, the believers, the ones who wandered through the darkness with me—


This story began as a whisper in a dream. You turned that whisper into an echo, into a voice, into a story worth telling. Every page you read, every moment you felt… brought this world to life.


To those who stayed even when it got eerie, painful, or strange—your presence is magic.


To those who understood the silence between the lines—your heart speaks my language.


Thank you for holding my hand through this haunting journey between the flowers and the fangs.


A Note of Thanks