The world is irreparably distorted longer than Bellab can recall. Dreams have bled into reality, and humanity is not adapting. Bellab finds herself caught in this eternal liminal space: between real and surreal, her past and her future, and an endless period of transition. It's isolating, especially since she also has to bear the mysterious label of being a "Lucid". In a world designed to keep people apart, can she find companionship? Updates every Friday

Hey there! It’s nice you meet ya! :). I’m an illustrator who’s been really inspired by the concept of dreams lately. Thanks for stopping by to read my work! I hope you stick around. :)