Every night, the Architect stepped into the boundless canvas of dreams, their hands weaving fears and desires into fleeting worlds. They were invisible, a ghost of creativity, sculpting lives they would never touch.

But one night, they lingered too long in the dream of a mortal. A painter. A dreamer who dared to look directly at them, as if they could see beyond the shimmering veil. The Architect...

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