A page turns in a great darkness accompanied by multiple presences, the ink of a book captured a story, which resonated in that environment like an endless echo that somehow comforted the reader, who read with enthusiasm the adventures captured in that book. The dreams of that reader came to reality as a desire for companionship directed at the protagonist of the book. He tries to avoid him knowing that he can find him, his snowfield shelters him from the sounds of the train with a multitude of voices, he is not afraid because the protagonist does not have him in front of the clock, the reader was his guardian, he was the vessel for invisible worlds, under the weight of a thousand screams, enduring everything, lost in endless dreams. In the ink of the universe, he writes... Pleas that were never heard, a sacrifice that no one sees. stars collide in a fractured sky, Their pain is captured in a Life on the ground in a pool of Red, Read again, This time a reader's story is told, A nameless hero (Kim #####), Ohh~~ little Ancient dream~ returns to the wagon to dream.
- Más allá de cualquier Espacio-tiempo conocido, Yo estoy más allá de la casualidad, la física y la Filosofía, Yo estoy más allá del Omniverso, el santuario del sueño es mí Casa
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