Artist: Merlock
Email: Zellos@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.poyzn.net/~moo
Character's Story:
I watch as the mist rises from the falling water.
The sun is non-existent, yet the sky is illuminated with the most colorful of lights.
The water cools me, yet it does not wet my clothing.
The scent of newly grown grass is among the air and in my mouth I maintain the taste of a crisp apple pie, although there being none.
This fantasy is as genuine as reality,the tastes, the smell, the wind.
The troubles of man have no place here.
But this fantasy is not that of my own.
What comes next is unknown to me.
I doubt the possibility of one living in their own fantasy, incased in one’s own dream world.
To be in your own mind is to live in an endless loop.
I live mine in another’s dream.
Another that I’ve searched for and have found.
One thats dreams are not of sex and violence, but of nature and beauty, the wicked without place.
It is truly blissful.
But when this mind has become corrupt.
No longer filled with joy and laughter.
I will move on to another’s dream.
One that is similar, although never the same.
And perhaps I will find my own dream.
..my sanity returning
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