Mi Horan loved dreaming.

Unlike the chaos and mess of her current life, her dreams reflected a bright and splendid past. Even though she sometimes had nightmares that were agonizingly painful, the dreams still showed her the happiest times of her life.

Yet, in some ways, dreams were sad too. They picked only the happiest moments, ones she could no longer experience, and when she woke up, she was left with a painful longing that often made her feel hollow.

It was the same now.

Mi Horan was aware that she was dreaming. She had no choice but to know …