Dreams. To slip away from the world. Life. To take that all away.
Colette's dreams were different. Mystical lands and enchanting skies with moons of many. Gardens encompass a castle so grand and bold it is unfathomable to fully describe. Think of the most ornate and magnificent palace. That is the world Colette lived in when night came.
Deja vu flowed through Colette's dreams. Like she was there previously, stuck on replay. The dreams always end in the same place. On a balcony, the orange and red suns drifting off to slumber through the night. Shadow comes, ready for their deal. What deal Colette does not know. She also does not know more about Shadow than a name. They walk over to her. Hair as black as crows sweeping in their pray, eyes just as hunting, hungry for something. They smile at her, and everything blacks out.
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Dreams
FantasyColette did not belong to her world. She belonged to the one she visited when night fell. The one set on replay, the one she knew was real. However that can not be right, because Colette lives in twenty-first century America, on the planet Earth. Wi...
