Part 7: The Birth of a New Map
On the morning I awoke, I felt a strange, almost certain sense deep in my chest.
The lingering aftereffects of the dream were still clear, but it felt as though reality was trying to catch up to it.
That day, almost as if drawn by some invisible force, I opened an old notebook.
Inside, I found scattered remnants of past dreams, words I had received unexpectedly, and places and numbers that had surfaced in my mind.
Before I knew it, those scattered points were slowly being connected by lines.
Someone was drawing a map—and yet, this “map” wasn’t a physical location.
It was the “path of consciousness” that the awakened ones would walk.
In the dream, the old woman had spoken of “integration.”
It was not just about information or action—it was about the connection of souls. Only then did I understand that.
Damian Stone—the man who once stood on a great stage and moved the world.
Behind his actions lay “invisible contracts” and the presence of “shadow rulers.”
The dark chain of events intertwined with America, stretching across multiple layers.
But in that moment when I spoke to him in the dream, I saw it clearly—his eyes flickered for just a moment.
And I knew, deep within, that somewhere inside him, “the man he once was” still remained.
This map was needed to guide him as well.
It wasn’t just about exposing the truth.
It wasn’t just about fighting.
It was about showing “the new route that everyone must follow.”
That, I felt, was the mission the dream had entrusted to me.
At the corner of my notebook, I wrote a small phrase:
“The awakened ones will eventually meet.
The intersection of their paths will be the starting point of a new future.”
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