[New fanfic book: Lord of Mysteries : The Forgotten Dreamer - it's a more detailed story than this one and a different timeline and meeting between Klein and Yeaia. Since TDW is more of an experiment and entertainment for me, I decided to make a more detailed and serious fanfic this time. Hope you like it.]

The Dream That Waits

In a world where fate is dictated by divine pathways, Yeaia Nolas is an impossibility. The Dreamer Pathway—the Sequence that governed daydreams, idleness, and imagination—was erased from existence long ago, its knowledge lost, its followers forgotten.

But Yeaia remains.

No one knows how. Not even them.

When Klein Moretti, the Fool who stands above the Gray Fog, encounters Yeaia, he recognizes something deeply wrong about their existence. Their presence is an error—a mistake reality itself is trying to erase.

Now, Klein and Yeaia must uncover the truth: Why does the Dreamer Pathway still linger? Who erased it? And what will happen if Yeaia finally disappears?

But the world does not tolerate defiance.

As the past resurfaces and unseen forces close in, Klein realizes something terrifying:

Some dreams were never meant to wake.

And Yeaia?

They were never meant to exist at all.


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This synopsis introduces the core mystery of the novel—Yeaia’s existence—and sets up the stakes: If they are a mistake, what happens when the world tries to fix them?

DISCLAIMER: The author isn't that knowledgeable enough to get everything right so expect things to just go with the flow of the author's whim. If you notice things that aren't true to the original like names of places, people, information, etc. Feel free to tell me in the comments, feedback is always appreciated!





Is it really wrong?

The ink dripped, splattered, and reformed. The words twisted on the page, rewriting themselves the moment they were read.


A grand archive, towering shelves stretching into infinity. Books upon books, endless tomes whispering their secrets in a language only the forgotten could understand. A dreamscape, painted with illusions so vivid they bled into reality.


"…Klein?" Their voice was hoarse, as if they'd been speaking for hours, days, lifetimes.


Klein stood at a nearby table, a book open in his hands. His mismatched eyes—one filled with infinite knowledge, the other with untold horror—met Yeaia's. Something flickered across his expression, a crack in the carefully constructed mask.


"Have we…" Klein hesitated. His fingers tightened around the book's spine. "Have we done this before?"


The realization sent a shiver down Yeaia's back. The sensation of déjà vu, a creeping, suffocating feeling, took root in their mind.


How many times had they traced these same words, spoken these same lines, reached the same dead end?


The ink on the page in Klein's hands bled. It slithered across the parchment, the letters shifting, rearranging. A new sentence formed:


The book snapped shut with an unnatural clap. Klein's breath hitched. Yeaia took a step back.


The moment fractured. The world rippled.


Yeaia stood in the Archive of the Unwritten, staring at the towering shelves.


Their mind felt sluggish, the details just slightly…off. Klein sat at a nearby table, a book open in his hands.


Klein's mismatched eyes lifted, meeting theirs.


A flicker of something crossed his face. A crack in the mask.


"Have we…" His voice wavered. "Have we done this before?"


The book snapped shut. The world rippled.


Yeaia stood in the Archive of the Unwritten.


Their mind felt sluggish. Klein sat at a table, a book open in his hands.


A whisper. A sound between the words, hiding in the spaces of silence.


Chapter 71 - Chapter 61: The Fractured Reflection