Chapter 1: The Boy Who Bought the Same Dream

The Dream Merchant

Chapter 1: The Boy Who Bought the Same Dream

The city of Elaris never truly slept.

When the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the mountains, lanterns bloomed across the cobbled streets like tiny stars. Carriages rattled over stone roads, cafés welcomed weary travelers, and musicians played gentle melodies beneath balconies draped in ivy.

Yet hidden between a florist's shop and an abandoned clock tower stood a place few people ever noticed.

There was no signboard.

No grand entrance.

Only an old wooden door painted midnight blue.

Above it hung a silver crescent moon.

Those who had lost something precious could always find it.

Somehow...

Their feet would lead them there.

A small bell chimed.

Inside, warm golden light filled every corner of the shop.

Shelves stretched toward the ceiling, lined with hundreds of glass bottles. Some glowed sapphire blue, others shimmered emerald green or ruby red. Tiny lights floated lazily through the air like fireflies, reflecting off polished oak floors.

Each bottle held a dream.

Not imagined dreams.

Real ones.

Dreams people had laughed in.

Dreams they had cried in.

Dreams they wished they could live again.

Behind the wooden counter stood a young woman carefully polishing one of the bottles with a white cloth.

Her silver-white hair cascaded down her back like moonlight spilling over water.

Soft violet eyes reflected the bottle's glow.

"Liora."

The voice came from upstairs.

She looked toward the winding staircase.

"I'm coming, Master Noctis."

She climbed the wooden steps into a quiet study overlooking the shop below.

An elderly-looking man—though no one truly knew his age—sat beside a fireplace.

His long midnight-blue hair rested over one shoulder.

He closed the ancient book in his hands.

"Today's inventory."

Liora handed him a leather notebook.

"Three peaceful dreams."

"Seven nightmares."

"One childhood memory."

"And two dreams that expired."

Noctis nodded.

"Good."

His pale blue eyes drifted toward the rain-speckled window.

"Tonight..."

"...we'll have an unusual visitor."

Liora tilted her head.

"Another noble?"

"No."

"A traveler?"

"No."

He smiled faintly.

"Someone searching."

She frowned.

"Searching for what?"

Noctis looked into the fire.

"Someone he has already found."

"...but can no longer remember."

Liora blinked.

She had grown used to her master's strange answers.

After all...

Dream Merchants rarely spoke plainly.

By tradition, Dream Merchants never asked customers why they wished to buy a dream.

Some wanted to relive happier days.

Others wished to erase painful ones.

Dreams carried emotions stronger than memories.

That was why they were priceless.

Money merely made the exchange official.

The true cost...

Was always something else.

Liora returned downstairs.

The rain outside had grown heavier.

She dusted the shelves one final time before opening the shop for the evening.

As she passed one particular cabinet, dozens of silver bottles shimmered together.

She paused.

"That's strange."

Usually, silver dreams glowed only when touched.

Tonight...

They seemed restless.

Almost...

Excited.

Before she could think more about it—

The bell above the door rang.

A little girl peeked inside.

She couldn't have been older than eight.

Clutching a stuffed rabbit against her chest, she hesitated near the entrance.

Liora smiled warmly.

"Welcome."

The girl slowly approached the counter.

"My grandma said..."

"...you sell brave dreams."

Liora crouched until they were eye level.

"We do."

"What are you afraid of?"

The little girl looked toward the floor.

"The thunder."

Liora nodded gently.

She disappeared between two shelves before returning with a tiny bottle glowing warm gold.

Inside floated countless little sparks.

"This dream belonged to a sailor."

"He wasn't afraid of storms."

"He loved them."

The little girl stared in amazement.

"Really?"

Liora smiled.

"He said thunder reminded him the sky was singing."

The girl giggled.

"I like that."

Liora placed the bottle inside a small velvet pouch.

"Dreams don't remove fear."

"They simply remind us..."

"...that courage can exist beside it."

The child hugged the pouch tightly.

"Thank you, Miss Merchant."

After she left, Liora watched through the rain-speckled window as the girl skipped happily beside her grandmother.

She smiled to herself.

That was her favorite part of the job.

Not selling dreams.

Watching people leave lighter than they had arrived.

Hours passed peacefully.

Customers came and went.

An old violinist bought a dream of his first concert.

A baker exchanged a recurring nightmare for peaceful sleep.

A newly married couple purchased a shared dream they hoped to relive every anniversary.

The shop grew quiet once more.

Outside...

Rain whispered against the windows.

Liora wandered toward the tallest shelf.

Hundreds of silver bottles rested there.

Forgotten dreams.

Dreams abandoned by time.

Dreams whose owners had chosen never to remember again.

She reached for one.

The bottle felt strangely warm.

Suddenly—

A flash.

Silver petals swirled before her eyes.

Children laughing.

A moonlit field.

Someone reaching toward her hand.

Then...

Nothing.

The vision vanished.

Liora stumbled backward.

"What..."

She stared at the bottle.

The light inside had faded.

Her heartbeat refused to slow.

She had worked with dreams for years.

Never had one shown her anything uninvited.

Footsteps echoed behind her.

"You saw something."

Noctis' voice remained calm.

Liora nodded slowly.

"I think..."

"...someone else's memory."

Noctis gently took the bottle from her hands.

"No."

His gaze lingered on the silver light inside.

"You saw your own."

Silence settled between them.

"My own?"

He placed the bottle back onto the shelf.

"Some dreams..."

"...choose their owner."

Before Liora could ask another question—

The shop bell rang again.

Both turned toward the entrance.

Rain poured beyond the open doorway.

For a moment...

Only darkness stood outside.

Then a young man stepped into the light.

His black coat was soaked from the rain.

Droplets slid from strands of messy ebony hair.

Golden eyes quietly observed the floating dream bottles overhead.

He looked no older than twenty-one.

Yet something about him felt...

Lonely.

Not the loneliness of being alone.

The loneliness of searching for something you couldn't even name.

He removed his gloves.

"I'm sorry."

"I know it's late."

His voice was calm.

Liora smiled politely.

"We're still open."

He stepped closer to the counter.

For a brief second...

Their eyes met.

Neither spoke.

Neither smiled.

Yet both felt it.

A strange familiarity.

As though they had once stood exactly like this.

Long ago.

Liora quickly looked away.

"How may I help you?"

The young man reached into his coat pocket.

He placed a silver coin onto the wooden counter.

"I'd like the same dream."

She blinked.

"The same one?"

He nodded.

"As always."

Liora glanced toward Noctis.

The old merchant merely closed his book.

Without a word.

Without expression.

Almost...

As though he had expected this.

"The silver dream," Noctis said quietly.

"Third shelf."

"Right side."

"Second bottle."

Liora walked toward the cabinet.

Rows upon rows of silver bottles greeted her.

She counted carefully.

First.

Second.

There.

A bottle no larger than her palm.

Unlike the others...

Its glow was gentle.

Almost comforting.

She lifted it carefully.

The instant her fingers touched the glass—

Every silver bottle in the shop lit up at once.

The room filled with brilliant silver light.

Tiny butterflies of glowing dust danced through the air.

Liora gasped.

No dream had ever reacted like this.

Not even once.

She turned toward the customer.

He was staring at the bottle.

Not with surprise.

With longing.

As though seeing someone after years apart.

"What is this dream?" Liora whispered.

The young man smiled sadly.

"I don't know."

"I've been buying it every Friday..."

"...for nearly three years."

She looked at him in confusion.

"You've never opened it?"

"No."

"Then..."

"...why keep buying it?"

His golden eyes reflected the silver glow.

"Because every time I hold it..."

"...I feel like someone is waiting for me."

The shop fell silent.

Even the rain seemed to soften.

Liora carefully placed the bottle on the counter.

The light inside pulsed gently.

Like a heartbeat.

Neither she nor the mysterious customer noticed—

Noctis had quietly stood from his chair.

His expression had changed for the first time that evening.

There was sadness in his ancient eyes.

And perhaps...

Hope.

Liora looked back at the young man.

"I never asked your name."

He hesitated.

Then smiled faintly.

"...Zen."

She returned the smile.

"I'm Liora."

For a heartbeat...

The bottle flared with dazzling silver light.

As if it had been waiting...

For those two names to be spoken together once again

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The silver light slowly faded.

For several heartbeats, no one spoke.

The Dream Shop seemed to hold its breath.

Liora's fingers were still wrapped around the glowing bottle, yet the warmth she'd felt moments ago lingered in her palms like sunlight after dawn.

"...That has never happened before," she whispered.

Zen's amber eyes remained fixed on the bottle.

"It hasn't?"

She slowly shook her head.

"No dream has ever reacted like this."

Noctis quietly returned to his chair by the fireplace.

His expression remained unreadable.

"Dreams choose their moment," he said softly. "Not even a Dream Merchant can command them."

Liora carefully placed the bottle into a velvet-lined wooden box.

As she slid it across the counter, Zen rested his hand on the lid—but didn't open it.

Instead, he smiled faintly.

"Thank you."

There was a strange sadness in that smile.

As if he had thanked her countless times before.

As if those words had become a habit carried by a heart that remembered something his mind could not.

Liora blinked.

Why...

...did she feel like crying?

Outside, the rain had become gentler.

Zen paused at the doorway before stepping into the night.

Without turning around, he asked quietly,

"Miss Liora..."

"Yes?"

"Have we met before?"

Her breath caught.

"I..."

She searched her memories.

Nothing.

"I'm afraid not."

Zen nodded.

"I thought so."

He stepped outside.

The bell above the door chimed once.

Then silence.

Liora stood frozen long after he disappeared into the rain.

Noctis closed the ancient book resting in his lap.

"You felt it."

It wasn't a question.

Liora turned toward him.

"...Yes."

She pressed a hand against her chest.

"It was strange."

"My heart..."

"...hurt."

She frowned.

"Not because I was sad."

"It felt..."

"...lonely."

Noctis watched the flames dancing inside the fireplace.

"There are emotions older than memory."

"Sometimes the heart remembers what the mind has forgotten."

Liora lowered her eyes.

"...What does that mean?"

The old merchant smiled sadly.

"I hope..."

"...you won't have to learn too soon."

That night, after closing the shop, Liora couldn't sleep.

Rain tapped softly against her bedroom window.

Moonlight spilled across the wooden floor.

She turned over in bed again.

Then again.

Every time she closed her eyes...

She saw golden eyes.

She heard a calm voice.

"I'd like the same dream."

"...Why does he keep buying it?"

The question echoed through her thoughts.

Most customers opened their dreams immediately.

Some relived them in the shop.

Others took them home.

Zen never did either.

Every Friday.

The same silver dream.

Never opened.

Never explained.

"...Who are you?"

She whispered into the darkness.

Unable to sleep, Liora slipped out of bed.

The Dream Shop below was silent.

Only dozens of floating dream bottles illuminated the room with soft colors.

She quietly descended the staircase.

Noctis was nowhere to be seen.

The silver bottle still rested inside its velvet box.

Waiting.

Liora hesitated.

Dream Merchants were forbidden to open a customer's dream.

It was the oldest rule.

Dreams were sacred.

Private.

Yet...

Something pulled at her.

Almost like the bottle itself was calling her name.

Her fingers trembled as she lifted it.

The glass was warm.

Warmer than before.

"...Just one look."

The silver light inside swirled gently.

She slowly removed the crystal stopper.

A single silver butterfly emerged.

It circled her once.

Twice.

Then dissolved into countless tiny lights.

The room disappeared.

A field stretched endlessly beneath a sky filled with stars.

Silver flowers swayed in the evening breeze.

Their petals glowed like tiny moons.

Laughter echoed somewhere nearby.

A little girl ran through the flowers.

Her long silver hair danced behind her.

She couldn't have been older than ten.

"Catch me!"

A boy chased after her, laughing.

His black hair was a mess.

Golden eyes sparkled beneath the moonlight.

"...Zen?"

Liora whispered.

The boy reached the girl.

They collapsed into the flowers together.

"I'm going to become a knight someday."

The girl giggled.

"And I'm going to own a magical shop!"

"You can sell me dreams."

"I'll give them to you for free."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Promise?"

The girl held out her little finger.

"Promise."

The boy smiled.

Their fingers intertwined.

The moment they touched—

The vision shattered.

Liora gasped.

The bottle slipped from her hands.

Fortunately, it landed safely on the velvet cloth.

Her entire body trembled.

"...No..."

"...That..."

Her breathing became uneven.

The children...

The field...

The promise...

Why...

Why did it feel so real?

She had never seen that place before.

Had she?

Footsteps echoed behind her.

"Liora."

She spun around.

Noctis stood quietly in the shadows.

His eyes rested on the silver bottle.

"You opened it."

"I..."

"I had to know."

Tears welled in her eyes.

"Master..."

"...Who were those children?"

For the first time in years...

Noctis hesitated.

Then he answered softly,

"That..."

"...is a question only your own heart can answer."

Outside...

The rain finally stopped.

High above Elaris...

A single silver butterfly drifted across the moonlit sky.

As if announcing...

That a forgotten story had finally begun.

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