Prologue
Dreams had a way of coming alive in the real world. To blur the lines between the waking world and the slumbering. Like a constant tide, crashing against sleeping eyelids, willing itself to reality. Like a guide, hypnotic, and enchanting whispering into the dark as you fall.
Fall
Fall into the depths
Fall into my waiting arms
And you shall be free…



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