DreamFold

Joined April 2025

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Built from struggle, fueled by purpose.

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The Girl and the Monkey
In a small, secluded village nestled between lush green hills and thick forests, there lived a young girl named Lina. She was known for her inquisitive nature and boundless curiosity. At the age of fourteen, Lina had already explored every corner of the village and every path that led into the woods surrounding it. Her parents often worried about her wanderlust, but Lina's curiosity always drew her deeper into the forest, where adventure seemed to wait around every tree.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
The Melody of Forgotten Souls
Sophie Bennett had always been drawn to music. As a child, the sound of her mother’s piano filled their home, the notes echoing through the hallways like whispered secrets. Her mother had passed when Sophie was just thirteen, but the music remained, woven into her very being. Sophie became a violinist, and her life was wrapped in strings and bows, in notes and crescendos, in melodies that soothed her soul and gave voice to her emotions.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
“Until the Last Sunset”
She always sat at the same table—corner of the café, by the window, sketchbook in hand, lost in a world of charcoal lines and dreams. Ayan noticed her the first day he walked into Chai & Canvas, a quiet little art café in the heart of Bangalore. Her name was Meher, and the way she brushed her hair behind her ear when she was deep in thought made time slow down for him.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
Khuda Aur Mohabbat
In the narrow, ancient streets of Lahore, where call to prayer echoed through crumbling mosques and time seemed to slow with the rhythm of old-world life, lived a man named Hammad — a quiet soul with a heart full of poetry and an old leather journal always tucked under his arm. He belonged to a wealthy, aristocratic family — heirs of land, power, and tradition.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
The Last Night
Aarav was a musician, not by family tradition, but by soul. From the moment he touched his first guitar at thirteen, he knew music wasn’t just sound — it was salvation. He dreamed of big stages, flashing lights, and lyrics that healed hearts. But as years passed, reality and responsibility clawed at that dream.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
The Last Ember of Arkanis
Long ago, the kingdom of Arkanis was lit by a flame that never dimmed. The Ember, as it was called, burned in the heart of the Crystal Spire, casting warmth and light across the land. Its fire was no ordinary one—it pulsed with magic, sustaining life, healing the wounded, and protecting Arkanis from the darkness beyond the eastern mountains.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
Beneath the Same Sky
Some stories don’t begin with thunder or lightning. They start quietly—like a whisper in a storm. And sometimes, all it takes to change the course of two broken lives is a single conversation under the same sky.
By DreamFold8 months ago in History
"The Boy Who Sold the Moonlight"
"The Boy Who Sold the Moonlight" In a small coastal village where fishing nets danced in the breeze and lanterns lit the shoreline at night, lived a boy named Kavi. He was 14, thin as a reed, and poor by every measurable standard. His father had drowned in a storm two years earlier, and his mother sold shell jewelry by the beach to feed them both.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Blush
The Last Step: How a Failing Farmer Changed His Destiny. Content Warning.
In a quiet village tucked between two mountains, where the sky met the earth in golden hues each morning, lived a man named Kiran. He was a farmer by birth, a dreamer by heart, and a fighter by fate. This is not just the story of Kiran. It is a story for anyone who has ever been close to giving up — and decided to take one more step instead.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
Job People and the Family Bond
In the fast-growing city of Megapolis, life never stopped moving. The skyline was lined with offices that stretched toward the clouds, filled with what people called “Job People”—men and women whose lives revolved entirely around work. Among them was Arman Rahman, a senior project manager at a multinational tech firm, known for his punctuality, leadership, and relentless commitment to his career.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
From Rags with Honor: The Rise of an Honest Soul. Content Warning.
In the dusty outskirts of a forgotten village nestled between rolling hills, lived a young man named Arman. Born into a family that could barely afford a full meal a day, Arman knew hardship from the moment he could walk. His father was a cobbler with crooked hands hardened by years of stitching shoes, and his mother took in laundry for the wealthier families in the village.
By DreamFold8 months ago in BookClub
The Weight of a Name
In a small village where the mountains met the sky, there lived a boy named Kian. His name, given by his grandfather, meant “grace under pressure.” But grace didn’t come easy to Kian.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art