Some stories begin with a single idea, others with a moment of inspiration—but When the Edge Falls started with a dream. A vivid dream that refused to fade, one that lingered in my mind long after I woke up. What made it truly magical was that I remembered the entire dream in striking detail, as if I had been shown a complete, intricate story in my sleep. It wasn’t just scattered fragments or fleeting images—it was a fully formed narrative, playing out like a movie before my eyes.
The image that stayed with me the most was an eraser landing perfectly on its edge, carrying an unexplainable weight, as if it were a sign. That feeling of mystery, of something just beyond reach, was what planted the seed for my book. I couldn’t shake the sensation that this dream had given me something powerful—a message, a story waiting to be told.
At first, I didn’t know where the story would take me. I only knew that the dream had given me something too vivid to ignore. As I began writing, the characters took shape, the world expanded, and the story unfolded in ways I never expected. It became a tale of trust, hidden truths, and the fine line between reality and the unknown.
