Aarav never meant real trouble — just a prank. But one balloon led to chaos punishment and cleaning a dusty old storeroom. Among cobwebs and creaky floors he found a strange clean mailbox with a letter inside — addressed to him. It said he could control dreams. That night Aarav did just that changing his friend’s nightmare. Was it a prank a dream… or something real? The storeroom smelling of rats and lit by a single beam was just the beginning of something magical.