Part 6: The Awakened Ones
The continuation of the dream began quietly, as if distant memories were slowly surfacing on the water’s surface.
I was not alone.
Someone—someone who had awakened—was already beginning to move across the world.
They were all nameless beings.
They had no titles, nor the entanglements that came with them—only those who had “awakened to the truth.”
And they shared a strange commonality.
They, too, had been dreaming.
A city engulfed in flames.
Bound contracts.
The voices of shadows whispering in the dark.
And the nameless man—Damian Stone.
Each of them had received his words in “different forms” within their dreams.
One person suddenly withdrew from the world of investments after the dream.
Another, at a diplomatic meeting, asked, “Who is this deal really for?”
A woman wrote in a notebook she had never shown to anyone, “The future can be rewritten.”
It was as if the scattered sparks of light had begun to respond to one another.
What I realized was that these “awakened ones” did not yet know each other’s names or faces.
Yet, they were already standing on the “same map.”
I thought to myself,
“If this map connects—perhaps a future no one had ever seen will come into view.”
At that moment, the old woman appeared in the dream once again.
“What will happen next is not ‘division,’” she said.
“‘Integration’ is beginning.”
I asked the old woman,
“Is that hope? Or is it a further trial?”
The old woman smiled and said,
“That will be decided by the ‘ones who have seen the light.’”
The dream gently ended there.
In the stillness after I woke, I felt it clearly.
This was no longer just a dream.
This was the record of a beginning.
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