Sungjong loves dreams. He really, really loves dreams and things that arent real.He loves Myungsoo too. But Myungsoo is real, too real. Sungjong hates real. He really, really hates real.Star·dust  (stahr-duh-st)n.1. A dreamlike, romantic, or uncritical sense of well-being.2. A cluster of stars too distant to be seen individually, resembling a dimly luminous cloud of dust.Idiom:have stardust in (ones) eyesTo be uncritically or unrealistically optimistic.Antonym: Fallen Ashes   ForewordWritten For ❝ time machine ▬ a writing contest. Prompt: And in the end it all snaps back to shattered stardust and fragmented reality.Sungjong awoke to the beautifully intriguing sound of silent whispers.His eyes opened to the pleasingly fresh colour of pure freedom.His feet touched the plush, cosy ground of soft carpet.His fingers lingered over the smoothest surface of calm porcelain.His eyes smiled at the happily pretty features of Sungjong.And in the end it all snaps back to shattered stardust and fragmented reality.Sungjong awoke to a horribly screeching sound of silence.His eyes opened to the disgustingly suffocating colour of plainness.His feet touched the coldest ground of carpet.His fingers lingered over the roughest surface of porcelain.His eyes scanned over the ugliest features of Sungjong.And in the end, stardust gradually turns into Fallen Ashes and crushed dreams.