The clinic’s CEO saw the metrics. Within a month, Lucie Wilde was head of a new division: Empathy Dreams , pro bono for terminal patients and traumatized children.
Lucie smiled, tears in her eyes. "Because those dreams end when you wake up. This one… you can carry out the door." DDFBusty - Lucie Wilde - Choose your Dream
The neon glow of the "Dream Weaver" clinic pulsed softly against the rain-slicked street. For Lucie Wilde, the name was a cruel joke. For three years, she’d been a top-tier dream architect, crafting virtual fantasies for clients who could afford to live out their wildest scenarios for an hour. But tonight, she was just a girl with a lapsed ID badge and a broken heart, staring at the glass doors. The clinic’s CEO saw the metrics
The girl thought for a moment. "I want a dragon. But a sad one. And we become friends." "Because those dreams end when you wake up
"Actually," the drone chirped, "he’s chosen the ‘Choose Your Dream’ package. He wants you to design it. From scratch. Your imagination only."