Dream Please DonXt Wake Me Up On that special day, the memories beneath Út’s silver-draped past suddenly lit up- Nguyệt’s moonlight healed the wounds he’d been hiding for so long. Dream and reality slowly began to blend. He could run, speak, laugh- things he once thought impossible. Was this a story of bright, carefree moments… or of the quiet, frightening truths buried deep within us when we walk together? Can I and the “goddess” keep wandering a little longer? Don’t wake me up.

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