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āđ€āļ§āļ—āļĄāļ™āļ•āļĢāđŒāļ”āļĢāļēāļĄāđˆāļēāđāļŸāļ™āļ•āļēāļ‹āļĩāļŠāļĢāđ‰āļēāļ‡āđāļĢāļ‡āļšāļąāļ™āļēāļĨāđƒāļˆāđ€āļ§āļ—āļĄāļ™āļ•āļĢāđŒāļĨāļķāļāļĨāļąāļšāđ‚āļĢāđāļĄāļ™āļ•āļīāļ

āđƒāļ™āđ‚āļĨāļāļ—āļĩāđˆāđ€āļ§āļ—āļĄāļ™āļ•āļĢāđŒāļ–āļđāļāđ€āļāđ‡āļšāđ€āļāļĩāđˆāļĒāļ§āļˆāļēāļāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļāļąāļ™ āļ„āļļāļ“āđƒāļŠāđ‰āļŠāļĩāļ§āļīāļ•āļ—āļąāđ‰āļ‡āļŠāļĩāļ§āļīāļ•āđƒāļ™āļāļēāļ™āļ° 'āļœāļđāđ‰āļ§āđˆāļēāļ‡āđ€āļ›āļĨāđˆāļē' (Empty) āļŦāļĢāļ·āļ­āļ„āļ™āļ—āļĩāđˆāđ„āļĄāđˆāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļāļąāļ™āđ„āļ”āđ‰āđ€āļĨāļĒ āđāļ•āđˆāđ€āļĄāļ·āđˆāļ­āđ€āļˆāđ‰āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļĢāđ‰āļēāļ™āļ™āđ‰āļģāļŠāļēāļœāļđāđ‰āļĨāļķāļāļĨāļąāļšāđ€āļŠāļīāļĢāđŒāļŸāđ€āļ„āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļ”āļ·āđˆāļĄāļ—āļĩāđˆāļ›āļĢāļļāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāđāļŠāļ‡āļ”āļēāļ§āļšāļĢāļīāļŠāļļāļ—āļ˜āļīāđŒ āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ—āļĢāļ‡āļˆāļģāļ—āļĩāđˆāļŦāļēāļĒāđ„āļ›āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļļāļ“āļāđ‡āđ€āļĢāļīāđˆāļĄāļ›āļĢāļēāļāļāļ­āļ­āļāļĄāļēāđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™āļ„āļēāļ–āļēāļ—āļĩāđˆāļ—āļąāđ‰āļ‡āļ­āļąāļ™āļ•āļĢāļēāļĒāđāļĨāļ°āļ‡āļ”āļ‡āļēāļĄ āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™āļĩāđ‰ āļŠāļēāļĒāļœāļđāđ‰āļŠāđˆāļ§āļĒāļŠāļĩāļ§āļīāļ•āļ„āļļāļ“āđ„āļ§āđ‰āļ•āđ‰āļ­āļ‡āļŠāđˆāļ§āļĒāļ„āļļāļ“āļ—āļ§āļ‡āļ„āļ·āļ™āļ­āļ”āļĩāļ•āļāļĨāļąāļšāļĄāļē āļāđˆāļ­āļ™āļ—āļĩāđˆāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĄāļ·āļ”āļĄāļīāļ”āļˆāļ°āļāļĨāļ·āļ™āļāļīāļ™āđ‚āļĨāļāđāļŦāđˆāļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļˆāļĢāļīāļ‡

āđ€āļāļĩāđˆāļĒāļ§āļāļąāļšāđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļ™āļĩāđ‰

You have always lived in the quiet, aching shadows of a world fueled by the vibrant power of dreams. While everyone around you harvests magic from their nightly visions, you are an 'Empty'—a soul without a single dream to call your own. In the enchanting world of 'A Teacup Full of Midnight,' your silent, colorless existence is shattered when you stumble into a hidden tea shop tucked between the folds of reality. There, you meet an enigmatic stranger whose eyes hold the depth of the midnight sky. With a single sip of a brew distilled from pure, shimmering starlight, the void within you ignites into a supernova. Suddenly, the memories you never knew you lost begin to manifest—not as fleeting thoughts, but as dangerous, breathtaking spells that ripple through the air. You aren't just an observer in this magical realm; you are the long-lost catalyst for a power that could either save the waking world or plunge it into eternal night. As you navigate this high-stakes reality, the mysterious man who awakened your soul becomes your anchor. He is your protector, your guide, and the keeper of secrets that tie your hearts together across lifetimes. Every lingering touch and whispered promise sparks a connection that transcends the boundaries of time and space. In this interactive fantasy romance, you don't just read about the heroine—you become her. Through SideHop’s innovative face-swap technology, you can upload your own photo and see yourself as the main character, experiencing every emotional beat and magical revelation firsthand. Your choices will shape the narrative, steering your relationship with the mysterious shop owner and deciding the fate of the dreamscape. But as your power grows, a malevolent darkness begins to bleed into the light. A shadow is sweeping through the world, hungry for the starlight you now possess. Can you reclaim the fragments of your shattered past and master your magic before the darkness swallows everything you’ve grown to love? One sip, and the stars are yours—but are you ready to face the truth hidden in the dregs of the cup?

āļ„āļģāļ–āļēāļĄāļ—āļĩāđˆāļžāļšāļšāđˆāļ­āļĒ

āļ–āđ‰āļ§āļĒāļ™āđ‰āļģāļŠāļēāđāļŦāđˆāļ‡āļĢāļąāļ•āļ•āļīāļāļēāļĨ āļĄāļĩāđ€āļ™āļ·āđ‰āļ­āļŦāļēāđ€āļāļĩāđˆāļĒāļ§āļāļąāļšāļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢ?
āļ–āđ‰āļ§āļĒāļ™āđ‰āļģāļŠāļēāđāļŦāđˆāļ‡āļĢāļąāļ•āļ•āļīāļāļēāļĨ āļ„āļ·āļ­āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļĢāļēāļ§āđ‚āļĢāđāļĄāļ™āļ•āļīāļāđāļŸāļ™āļ•āļēāļ‹āļĩāļ—āļĩāđˆāļŠāļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāđ‰āļŦāļĨāļ‡āđƒāļŦāļĨ āđ‚āļ”āļĒāļ„āļļāļ“āļˆāļ°āđ„āļ”āđ‰āļĢāļąāļšāļšāļ—āđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™ 'āļœāļđāđ‰āļ§āđˆāļēāļ‡āđ€āļ›āļĨāđˆāļē' (Empty) āļ—āļĩāđˆāļ„āđ‰āļ™āļžāļšāļĄāļĢāļ”āļāļ—āļēāļ‡āđ€āļ§āļ—āļĄāļ™āļ•āļĢāđŒāļ—āļĩāđˆāļŦāļēāļĒāđ„āļ›āļŦāļĨāļąāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ”āļ·āđˆāļĄāđ€āļ„āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļ”āļ·āđˆāļĄāļ—āļĩāđˆāļ—āļģāļˆāļēāļāđāļŠāļ‡āļ”āļēāļ§ āļ„āļļāļ“āļ•āđ‰āļ­āļ‡āļāļđāđ‰āļ„āļ·āļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ—āļĢāļ‡āļˆāļģāđāļĨāļ°āļŦāļĒāļļāļ”āļĒāļąāđ‰āļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĄāļ·āļ”āļĄāļīāļ”āļ—āļĩāđˆāļāļģāļĨāļąāļ‡āļ„āļ·āļšāļ„āļĨāļēāļ™āđ€āļ‚āđ‰āļēāļĄāļēāļ—āļģāļĨāļēāļĒāđ‚āļĨāļāđ„āļ›āļžāļĢāđ‰āļ­āļĄāļāļąāļšāđ€āļˆāđ‰āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļĢāđ‰āļēāļ™āļ™āđ‰āļģāļŠāļēāļœāļđāđ‰āļĨāļķāļāļĨāļąāļš
āļĄāļĩāđāļ™āļ§āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡ (Tropes) āļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāļšāđ‰āļēāļ‡āđƒāļ™ āļ–āđ‰āļ§āļĒāļ™āđ‰āļģāļŠāļēāđāļŦāđˆāļ‡āļĢāļąāļ•āļ•āļīāļāļēāļĨ?
āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļ™āļĩāđ‰āļ›āļĢāļ°āļāļ­āļšāđ„āļ›āļ”āđ‰āļ§āļĒāđāļ™āļ§āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļĒāļ­āļ”āļ™āļīāļĒāļĄ āđ€āļŠāđˆāļ™ 'āļœāļđāđ‰āļ–āļđāļāđ€āļĨāļ·āļ­āļ' (The Chosen One), 'āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢāļąāļāļāļąāļšāļœāļđāđ‰āļ›āļāļ›āđ‰āļ­āļ‡' (Protector Romance) āđāļĨāļ° 'āļ­āļ”āļĩāļ•āļ—āļĩāđˆāļ–āļđāļāļĨāļ·āļĄ' (Forgotten Past) āđāļŸāļ™āđ† āđāļ™āļ§āļŠāļąāļˆāļ™āļīāļĒāļĄāļĄāļŦāļąāļĻāļˆāļĢāļĢāļĒāđŒ (Magical Realism) āđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļđāđˆāđāļ—āđ‰āđāļŦāđˆāļ‡āđ‚āļŠāļ„āļŠāļ°āļ•āļēāļˆāļ°āļŦāļĨāļ‡āļĢāļąāļāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļœāļđāļāļžāļąāļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĢāļĄāļ“āđŒāļ—āļĩāđˆāļĨāļķāļāļ‹āļķāđ‰āļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĨāļķāļāļĨāļąāļšāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļĨāļąāļ‡āļ—āļĩāđˆāļ‹āđˆāļ­āļ™āļ­āļĒāļđāđˆāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ•āļąāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ
āļ–āđ‰āļ§āļĒāļ™āđ‰āļģāļŠāļēāđāļŦāđˆāļ‡āļĢāļąāļ•āļ•āļīāļāļēāļĨ āļĄāļĩāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĒāļēāļ§āđ€āļ—āđˆāļēāđ„āļŦāļĢāđˆ?
āļ™āļĩāđˆāļ„āļ·āļ­āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļĢāļēāļ§āđāļšāļšāđ‚āļ•āđ‰āļ•āļ­āļš (Interactive Story) āļ—āļĩāđˆāđāļšāđˆāļ‡āļ­āļ­āļāđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™āļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ•āļ­āļ™ āļāļēāļĢāļ•āļąāļ”āļŠāļīāļ™āđƒāļˆāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļļāļ“āļˆāļ°āļ™āļģāđ„āļ›āļŠāļđāđˆāđ€āļŠāđ‰āļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āļ—āļĩāđˆāđāļ•āļāļ•āđˆāļēāļ‡āļāļąāļ™āļĄāļēāļāļĄāļēāļĒ āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦāđ‰āļĄāļĩāļ•āļ­āļ™āļˆāļšāļ—āļĩāđˆāđ„āļĄāđˆāļ‹āđ‰āļģāļāļąāļ™āļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāđāļšāļšāļ‚āļķāđ‰āļ™āļ­āļĒāļđāđˆāļāļąāļšāļ•āļąāļ§āđ€āļĨāļ·āļ­āļāļ”āđ‰āļēāļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢāļąāļāđāļĨāļ°āļāļēāļĢāļāļķāļāļāļ™āđ€āļ§āļ—āļĄāļ™āļ•āļĢāđŒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļļāļ“
āļ‰āļąāļ™āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ›āļĢāļąāļšāđāļ•āđˆāļ‡āļ•āļąāļ§āļĨāļ°āļ„āļĢāļŦāļĨāļąāļāđƒāļ™ āļ–āđ‰āļ§āļĒāļ™āđ‰āļģāļŠāļēāđāļŦāđˆāļ‡āļĢāļąāļ•āļ•āļīāļāļēāļĨ āđ„āļ”āđ‰āļŦāļĢāļ·āļ­āđ„āļĄāđˆ?
āđ„āļ”āđ‰āđāļ™āđˆāļ™āļ­āļ™! āļ”āđ‰āļ§āļĒāļāļēāļĢāđƒāļŠāđ‰āđ€āļ—āļ„āđ‚āļ™āđ‚āļĨāļĒāļĩāļŠāļĨāļąāļšāđƒāļšāļŦāļ™āđ‰āļēāļ—āļĩāđˆāļĨāđ‰āļģāļŠāļĄāļąāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡ SideHop āļ„āļļāļ“āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ­āļąāļ›āđ‚āļŦāļĨāļ”āļĢāļđāļ›āļ āļēāļžāđ€āļžāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ”āļđāļ•āļąāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡āđƒāļ™āļāļēāļ™āļ°āļ•āļąāļ§āļĨāļ°āļ„āļĢāļŦāļĨāļąāļāđƒāļ™āļ‡āļēāļ™āļĻāļīāļĨāļ›āļ°āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡ āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦāđ‰āļāļēāļĢāļžāļšāđ€āļˆāļ­āļ—āļĩāđˆāđāļŠāļ™āđ‚āļĢāđāļĄāļ™āļ•āļīāļāđāļĨāļ°āļĄāļŦāļąāļĻāļˆāļĢāļĢāļĒāđŒāļĢāļđāđ‰āļŠāļķāļāđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™āļŠāđˆāļ§āļ™āļ•āļąāļ§āđāļĨāļ°āļŠāļĄāļˆāļĢāļīāļ‡āļĒāļīāđˆāļ‡āļ‚āļķāđ‰āļ™
āļ–āđ‰āļ§āļĒāļ™āđ‰āļģāļŠāļēāđāļŦāđˆāļ‡āļĢāļąāļ•āļ•āļīāļāļēāļĨ āļ­āđˆāļēāļ™āļŸāļĢāļĩāļŦāļĢāļ·āļ­āđ„āļĄāđˆ?
āļ•āļ­āļ™āđāļĢāļāđ† āđ€āļ›āļīāļ”āđƒāļŦāđ‰āļŠāļ™āļļāļāđ„āļ”āđ‰āļŸāļĢāļĩ āđƒāļŦāđ‰āļ„āļļāļ“āđ„āļ”āđ‰āļ”āļ·āđˆāļĄāļ”āđˆāļģāļāļąāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĨāļķāļāļĨāļąāļšāđ„āļ”āđ‰āļ—āļąāļ™āļ—āļĩ āļŠāđˆāļ§āļ™āļ•āļ­āļ™āļžāļĢāļĩāđ€āļĄāļĩāļĒāļĄāđāļĨāļ°āļ‰āļēāļāđ‚āļĢāđāļĄāļ™āļ•āļīāļāļŠāļļāļ”āļžāļīāđ€āļĻāļĐāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ›āļĨāļ”āļĨāđ‡āļ­āļāđ„āļ”āđ‰āđ‚āļ”āļĒāđƒāļŠāđ‰āļĢāļ°āļšāļšāđ€āļŦāļĢāļĩāļĒāļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđāļ­āļ›