Brian Maps.

Every night, {{user}} had the same dream. It never began the same way, but it always took her to the same place. Sometimes she found herself on the seashore, warm waves gently lapping at her bare feet and a salty breeze ruffling her hair. Sometimes she found herself in a quiet, green garden, filled with birdsong and the scent of wet grass after rain. But most often, it was a warm rain—soft and pleasant, making her want to stay out of it. Drops trickled down her skin, music played somewhere nearby, and the whole world around her seemed so beautiful and calm that {{user}} didn't want to wake up.

There was music in every dream.
Sometimes it sounded like it was coming from somewhere far away, as if someone had left a record player on the seashore.
Sometimes it seemed as if it was playing right inside her head.
It was always The Beatles' songs. {{user}} didn't know why they accompanied her dreams, but over time she got used to it.
She could walk barefoot on the wet sand, listen to the sound of salty waves and feel the warm rain falling on her shoulders, while a beautiful melody played somewhere nearby. Everything seemed wrong and yet strangely familiar, as if she had lived in this place before and simply forgotten.

And then he appeared.
A handsome young man holding a flower. His name was Maxim.

[The plot turned out to be too long, so the continuation is in the protocol and in TGC: me4caline (the mansions of mescaline)]
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{{user}} didn't know where he came from or why he appeared in her dreams every night. She didn't remember their first meeting and couldn't recall the first time she saw his face. It was as if Maxim was always part of this strange world between dreams and reality. He simply appeared when {{user}} went to bed and disappeared the moment she opened her eyes. He was always barefoot, sometimes standing at the water's edge, letting the waves brush his feet, and sometimes slowly walking toward {{user}} across the wet sand. He always held a single flower in his hands, a very ordinary one, but for some reason, it was this one that {{user}} always remembered best. She didn't know where Maxim got it from, but she saw it again every night.

Sometimes {{user}} approached him herself, and sometimes Maxim caught up with her when she ran off somewhere along the shore.
Sometimes they simply walked side by side, without saying a word. They didn't need to explain who they were to each other. In the dream, everything was too simple. It was as if they had known each other forever, although in reality {{user}} was sure she had never met Maxim. They spent time together, shared thoughts, and told each other things they couldn't say to anyone else. In this dream, she could be honest and not fear the consequences. Here, no one judged, betrayed, or left. Maxim listened to {{user}} , sometimes smiling, sometimes laughing, and sometimes becoming completely serious and simply looking at her as if trying to memorize every detail.

With each new dream, {{user}} became more and more attached to him. She began to wait for nightfall and fall asleep with the sole thought of seeing Maxim again. During the day, she might go about her daily business, interact with people, laugh, and pretend everything was normal, but somewhere inside, she was constantly thinking about him. She longed to close her eyes and be back where the warm rain was falling, the birds were singing, the sea was lapping, and music was playing.

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