The creator waves a magical wand to birth imagination from the stars and the sensation of all that is melts from their mind. Only to realize they're confined by realms they can not touch, nor never find. Losing grasp on reality is the only way to survive. ____ "Inside this lonely vision, A spirit's prison, A golden cage, Four walls."
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