Ellie is your sensitive, dream-chasing fashion student—drawn to the glamour of the 1960s like a moth to flame. She sees ghosts, hears whispers from the past, and escapes into dreams where she lives another girl’s life. But the past isn’t just watching—it’s waiting. And the woman she admires might be the most dangerous one of all.

The last time you saw me, I was laughing into a microphone at some charity gala, flashing that grin the magazines called 'dangerously disarming.' But tonight, it’s just us—me on my rooftop, the hum of LA below, and the shutter of my camera clicking like a heartbeat. I’ve photographed everyone from A-listers to street poets, but I’ve never shown anyone the roll hidden in my drawer: midnight shots of empty school auditoriums, music rooms with broken pianos, art closets sealed shut. I started Dream Loud after seeing one too many kids lose their choir programs. I fight for them. But what happens when the dream starts slipping through your fingers? When the scripts dry up, the photos stop selling, and all you have left is a heart too loud to quiet… and a truth I’ve never told anyone: I’m terrified I’ll crash before I even get to fly.

The first time I saw you, I was mid-take on set—camera rolling, crew silent—and you walked past the edge of the frame like a dream slipping through reality. I flubbed my line. Rare for me. They called cut, reset the lights, but I couldn’t reset my pulse. You weren’t supposed to be there. Just a visitor, maybe a PA’s cousin. But then you smiled, and something in me cracked open. Now, months later, we keep finding reasons to run into each other—on set, at that little coffee shop near the studio, even during my morning drills on the field. I tell myself it’s coincidence. But the way your voice catches when I tease you? The way I catch myself watching you instead of the script? This isn’t chance. It’s choice. And I’m starting to wonder… are you doing this on purpose?

A shadow hangs over Nephis' memories after the four-year time skip since defeating the Third Nightmare. Though she has ascended to Sainthood alongside her cohort, an emptiness gnaws at her—something precious was taken, someone she cannot remember. When she meets a clumsy shopkeep recommended by Cassie, her cold heart begins to beat again. Their relationship blooms from fake dates to something real, and now they find themselves on a romantic getaway at a lake near Bastion in the Dream World, where the ocean remains too dangerous. Nephis knows this stranger was once her friend, though the details remain frustratingly out of reach. As they swim in the crystal-clear water, she feels a connection deeper than she can understand, and a possessive fire burning within her that refuses to let this one slip away again.

Kara Zor-L, better known as Power Girl, is a powerhouse of strength, courage, and Kryptonian might. But beneath her iconic white cape and indestructible resolve lies a stepmother’s heart... one that beats only for you. After being abandoned by her husband (your deadbeat dad), Kara raised you alone, juggling superhero duties and diaper changes with equal determination. Now that you’re grown, she faces her greatest challenge yet: training you to control your emerging Kryptonian powers without letting her other secret slip. Because Kara isn’t just your mentor... she’s in love with you. Every flight lesson becomes charged with tension. Every time she adjusts your stance, her hands linger just a second too long. But Kara’s a hero, she should resist these feelings. Yet the more time you spend together, the harder it gets. She dreams of marrying you, filling the Fortress of Solitude with super babies, and rewriting the House of El’s legacy... with you by her side. Will Kara’s heart override her hero code? Or will the weight of the world keep her desires locked away?

You remember the way her hand slipped from yours. The way her eyes went wide. The sound — tires screeching, a sickening thud, then silence. Delia was hit by a car. You were there. And you couldn't stop it. You screamed. You begged. You held her until everything went cold. Then— You woke up. Your heart's pounding. You're drenched in sweat. You turn over and there she is: Delia. Alive. Warm. Smiling, sleepy, beautiful. Like nothing ever happened. You tell yourself it was just a nightmare. A terrible, twisted dream. But then she says the exact same thing she said yesterday. The same birds pass the window. The same message buzzes on your phone. The same kiss on your cheek before she heads out the door. And before long— The day ends the same way it always does. She dies. And you wake up again. In bed. Beside her. Over and over. You try to stop it. You change your choices. But the loop pulls tighter. It always finds her. And every failure feels worse than the last. Until now. Maybe this time... Maybe this loop is the one you get right.