NICCÒLO
Our life is no fairytale. There's no happy ending. There's no glass shoe, no white rabbit, no smoking caterpillar. It's just us, trapped in the world, trapped in the lives we never asked for. What they did to us changed us. You know those legends of abnormal people? Experiments that are carried around since centuries, hidden from ordinary human's eyes, hidden from the rest of the world? People with abilities so strange, so inhuman they're kept in secret from the rest of the world? Freaks of nature, telepaths, mind readers and all sort of messed up brains? They are no legends. They are real stories. Stories of us. We never took control of our lives. It was determined by someone else. Someone who wanted to make us different then we were. Someone who wanted to take advantage of our body, mind and soul. Someone who was willing to do everything to catch our dreams and lock them in a glass jar, forcing us to stay in line. But we never did. We never agreed to be silenced. We never agreed to be empty. We never agreed to be dragged into a fantasy world they chose for us. We wanted to be alive. And that's why they're haunting us. That's why they'll never stop haunting us. Until we'll haut them down first.
EDEN
First, they would have to dig through the thin epidermis. Then, a significant layer of flesh. They would encounter a tough as a stone layer of bone. When they would made it to pierce through it they would have to deal with grey and white matter of the brain. Then they would have to drown and rummage through slippery nooks full of cerebrospinal fluid. When they would do that, they would have to look out for a tiny piece responsible for identity. When they wrench it out, smash it, cut it in half or even burn it there would be nothing left from a person. But even if they did that to me. Even if they broke through my whole anatomy system my heart still would be full of emotions. Joy. Anger. Bloodlust. Good. Bad. Sensitivity. Loss. Loyalty. Love. They could cut my body into little pieces but I still would stay me. They could take everything away from me, which they already did. I still would remain the same person I am. I'm not weak enough for them to break me. They're scared of me. Of my abilities, of something they can't control. That's true. They can't. And I'll always stay me. Because me is the only thing I have left in this world. I will not surrender in this war for myself. Even my corpse will be fighting. My ashes will fight for me. My spirit will always be material and not giving up. It can't be. Right?
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THE DREAM CATCHER
FantasyA BOY WHO ALWAYS FELT AND WANTS TO STOP FEELING. A GIRL WHO NEVER FELT AND WANTS TO START FEELING. Terrible drvg turns of every humans emotions. Niccòlo will do everything to prevent it. But he needs Eden to achieve his goal. But how can you use so...
