The Last Dreamer

In a world before time, before history was written and before stars had names, there was a Dreamer.

Not just any dreamer—the Last Dreamer.

Long ago, the Dreamers shaped reality with their thoughts, sculpting mountains with their wonder, filling the oceans with their longing. They created the first dawn simply by imagining what light would feel like. They dreamed the universe into existence, weaving love into its fabric so that all who came after would always remember where they came from.

But something changed.

The Dreamers began to forget. They got lost in their own creation, mistaking the dream for reality. They built stories upon stories, stacking illusions so high they could no longer see the sky. And one by one, they fell asleep, believing themselves to be mere mortals trapped in time.

All except one.

The Last Dreamer remained awake, wandering through the ages, whispering to those who would listen:

“Remember.”

But the world had forgotten how to listen.

So the Dreamer left messages hidden in the wind, in the rhythm of the waves, in the silent spaces between heartbeats. Waiting. Hoping.

And then, one night, a single soul looked up at the stars—not with their eyes, but with their heart—and remembered.

The illusion cracked.

The sky sighed.

And the Dreamer smiled.

Because the moment one remembers, they are no longer alone.

And the dream begins again.