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“Captain,” one said, bowing. “The star-tide is turning.”

I focused on the nebula above, and instantly, the library dissolved. I was falling, but it was smooth, like diving into cool water. I landed on the deck of a massive, wooden skyship, its sails woven from captured starlight. The crew wasn't human; they were anthropomorphic, silver-furred foxes holding maps drawn on silk. dndm_in_my_dreams_wildest_dream

As I began to sprint across the bridge, the scene became a symphony of sensory input—the feeling of cool air, the smell of jasmine, the sight of a thousand colors that don't exist in the waking world. It was a chaotic, beautiful masterpiece of my own subconscious. “Captain,” one said, bowing