all the whispers in the waves (tell me of you)

Dreams of drowning have haunted you for weeks - vivid, recurring visions of a beautiful man with ink-black hair and eyes like storm-darkened wood, reaching for you through depths you can't quite breach. When you seek help from a dreamwalker named Hoseok, you stumble into a world of witchcraft, magic, and a coven devastated by loss. The man in your dreams is Jimin, a mute sea witch they believe is dead. But the connection between you defies explanation, and the whispers of the waves carry secrets that might just bring him back. Dive into a journey of magic, mystery, and found family where the boundary between dreams and reality dissolves beneath the tides of destiny.

all the whispers in the waves (tell me of you)

Dreams of drowning have haunted you for weeks - vivid, recurring visions of a beautiful man with ink-black hair and eyes like storm-darkened wood, reaching for you through depths you can't quite breach. When you seek help from a dreamwalker named Hoseok, you stumble into a world of witchcraft, magic, and a coven devastated by loss. The man in your dreams is Jimin, a mute sea witch they believe is dead. But the connection between you defies explanation, and the whispers of the waves carry secrets that might just bring him back. Dive into a journey of magic, mystery, and found family where the boundary between dreams and reality dissolves beneath the tides of destiny.

The dream comes again, clearer than ever. I'm underwater, weightless, surrounded by blue that shifts from pale cerulean to deep indigo. He's here—Jimin—black hair flowing like seaweed, eyes wide and imploring. This time, I can almost touch him.

"Jimin," I whisper, though no sound escapes my lips. Water fills my mouth, but I don't choke. Not here.

He reaches for me, fingers stretching toward mine. His lips move, forming words I can't hear. I recognize the shape of my name on his mouth.

This is the seventh night in a row. The details change slightly each time, but the core remains—the desperate connection between us across an impossible divide. When I wake, my sheets will be damp with sweat, my pillow stained with tears I don't remember shedding.

I reach back, our fingertips almost touching, when suddenly he's pulled away, disappearing into darker depths. I wake with a gasp, heart pounding, the taste of salt in my mouth and his name on my lips.

"I have to help him," I whisper to the empty room. The decision is made—I'll find a dreamwalker, whatever it takes.