On a day like any other, she wakes to find herself in a city of wind and water-a dreamscape of airy rooms and vine-laced windows, where the wind sweeps, the grass ripples, and the currents rush. Nothing ever stills; everything drifts, sways, and stirs. It feels foreign, yet familiar-like something she almost remembers. Too real for a dream.
And then-she opens her eyes. In a windowless room.
The walls do not speak. The door is always locked. Someone put her here. Someone is waiting.
But the dream demands surrender, and its beauty is as dangerous as it is alluring. The more she clings to it, the deeper the shadow it casts, threatening to fracture the fragile line between illusion and truth.
If she chooses wrong, neither world will survive.In lyrical prose, My Black Sun traces the haunting journey of a soul navigating loss, longing, and the inescapable pull of forgotten desires. A tale for those who crave atmospheric storytelling, surreal landscapes, and emotional depths that linger-and for anyone obsessed with the strange, slippery truths we find in dreams.