I dreamt that a man was painting. The strokes of his brush slowly reveals a gentle picturesque of a cave. Another man enters the room and promptly said, "Name your price for this art". The painter stared at the man and quoted an extravagant price and the buyer raised his eyebrows and said, "Sir, your painting is a miniature and a bit dark", then the painter replied, "Darkness coexist with time". Then the painter sold the painting.
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A Bunch Of Dreams
Non-FictionI've always been prone to having weirdly detailed dreams. So I've decided to rephrase them into words.
