It seems like a dream, but it's not a dream [dreamcore]

It seems like a dream, but it's not a dream descrição/lore br:    • It seems like a dream, but it's not a drea...   Music by: @Nazadvdetstvo USA: You wake up in a strange room. The walls are covered in perfectly clean white tiles. There is no dust, no dirt, and no sign that anyone has ever been there before. The silence is absolute. Around you, there are several doors. You open one of them. On the other side there is no room, no wall, no landscape. There is only endless white. Without thinking too much, you step through. You appear in a place that feels strangely familiar. It looks like a memory from your childhood, a place you feel you have known for years. The problem is that you have never been there. At the same time, the place feels comforting and deeply unsettling. At the end of it, there is always a door. When you step through it, you return to the same white-tiled room. You open another door. This time you find an endless corridor. The walls are still completely white, and large windows reveal an impossibly blue sky. There are no clouds, no sun, just an infinite blue void. The floor is covered in grass and small flowers, but there is no soil beneath them. The roots disappear into an empty white nothingness. At the end of the corridor, there is another door. You step through it and return again to the tiled room. You open another door. You no longer expect logic. On the other side is a house that feels like it came from the early 2000s. A box television is turned on, producing a constant static sound. The wallpaper feels strangely familiar, even though you know you have never seen it before. The entire floor is covered in a green carpet that feels neither pleasant nor unpleasant, just familiar in a way you cannot explain. The house is empty, but it feels like someone has just left and will return at any moment. In the last room, there is another door. When you return to the white-tiled room, something has changed. The corridor is longer. Much longer. New doors have appeared. Dozens of them. Maybe hundreds. You cannot remember how many were there before. You keep opening doors, one after another. Each one leads to impossible places that feel like memories you do not own. The corridor keeps growing. More doors appear. More places wait. After opening every door, you find the last one. There are no more left. When you step through it, everything disappears. You are back in your life. The clock shows the exact same time as before. Not a single second has passed. It is as if time stopped while you were there. You try to convince yourself it was just a dream. But it wasn’t. You remember everything. Every door. Every corridor. Every house. Every feeling of impossible nostalgia. Years pass, and the memories remain untouched. No detail fades. No memory weakens. It seemed like a dream. But it was not a dream