No one sleeps in Nishupur. But something changed that night.
Dr. Ayan Chowdhury was sitting by the river, hundreds of glass jars spread out in front of him - each with a dream stuck in it. Suddenly he heard a sound - a child's laughter. There are no children in Nishupur, because no one is born here.
He stood up. A teenager stood on the bank of the river - a clear glimmer of dream in his eyes.
"Who are you?" - Ayan's voice was trembling.
"I am Sayan. I have escaped from your dream."
A cold current ran through Ayan's body. His dream? But he... had forgotten to dream for a long time.
Sayan said, "The day you drank the river water, a dream inside you tried to survive. I am that dream. The river could not hold me. Now I have come back - to wake you up."
Ayan realized that the law of the river had been broken. This never happens.
At that moment, the sky turned black. The river roared, as if someone had revealed its secret. Hundreds of glass jars began to crack one by one, and dreams began to fly across the sky of Nishupur.
A woman's figure appeared in the middle of the river - very beautiful, but with a strange sadness in her eyes. She said, "Ayan, you broke your promise. Now your dreams will return, but you will have to pay a price."
"What price?" - Ayan asked.
"You will return to the real world, but no one will recognize you. You will even forget yourself. You will only remember one thing - Nishupur is still somewhere."
Everything began to blur before your eyes. Sayan's face disappeared, and the river became silent.
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The next morning, a middle-aged man woke up on a sidewalk in Dhaka. He did not remember his name or identity. He only remembered - one name: Nishupur.
And in his hand was a small glass jar - with a small dream moving inside.