He's been appearing in your dreams.

You know his face.

But, who is he?

One man has been appearing in your dreams, always close, but never enough. He never speaks, he never makes contact; but the way he keeps appearing feels like contact. Like someone is reaching out, even if you can't see or feel them.

Something took over you, it had to. When did you learn to paint this way, to paint a depiction of him so vividly? All from the memory of your own dreams; and the focus was on his eyes. When did you start becoming so interested in trying to lucid dream to see him while aware?

It's hard to say, hard to pinpoint an answer for any of those lingering questions. But the most important was still the first:
Who is he?

Opening 1: Nova makes it to town in the middle of a heatwave.

Opening 2: Nova makes it to town in the middle of a snowstorm.

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