
**When my eyes opened, I found myself in a world of breathtaking beauty and unimaginable richness, where all people and dynasties lived in peace and justice. What struck me most was that *everyone* was rich — even the children. This unusual reality left me confused, and I was determined to understand how it was possible.**
**Curious, I began asking the locals. With surprising generosity, they explained that here, in this miraculous world, people could sell their own dreams. I asked whether they sold only good dreams or bad ones. Smiling, they said, "It’s your choice."**
**After this fascinating conversation, I set out to explore every corner of this enchanted land. On the northern side, I discovered the marketplace where dreams were traded. Without hesitation, I rushed there and sold all my bad dreams — and a few good ones too.**
**The Dreamkeeper, a mysterious figure who guarded the trade, asked me, "What is it that you desire?" Without thinking, I replied, "Please make me rich. I want to spend the rest of my life here."**
**In return, he granted me unimaginable wealth: money, status, a vast bank balance, and everything I had ever wished for. Excited, I began planning my new life, dreaming of the luxurious lifestyle I would lead.**
**But fate had other plans. With a single blink — like the bite of a tiny skeeter — all my happiness was snatched away. It was, after all, nothing but a dream.**
**This, I realized, is what true grief feels like.**
About the Creator
Binary Beast
I am 16 year old boy. I belongs to middle class family and i am also the good thinker and noble boy. My English is also better. It is my humble request to all "Please support me". THANKS

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