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In the city of Oakhaven, where the sunset always lingered a little too long, ten-year-old Leo was known for one thing: he didn't dream. While others woke up talking of flying whales or candy mountains, Leo’s nights were a silent, velvet void. That changed on the night of the Blue Moon.

His first task: A young girl’s dream of becoming a knight was fading into a grey mist. Leo stepped into the fog. He didn't use a sword; he imagined the mist into a thousand paper lanterns. The light shattered the Blank's shadow, and the girl’s dream roared back to life with a dragon made of emeralds. dream-chronicles-the-chosen-child

Nyx handed Leo a quill made from a phoenix feather. To save the world’s joy, Leo had to enter the and finish the stories the Blank had started to erase. In the city of Oakhaven, where the sunset