It is said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wings can ultimately cause a catastrophe capable of engulfing the world. So what becomes of our world, in the cacophony of wings we so scarcely notice? Do the tightly woven lies protect us, or do they fate us to wallow in suffocating delusions? Are we alive with eyes locked shut or do we refuse to look death in the face? Do we dare to alter reality, or do we fight the dream?
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The Blackest Light
FantasyDreams are, in every way, a daily part of our existence. Some we can recall with ease, others we can hardly remember. The same goes for six strangers who dream just as we do, but when an entity known as the Blue Fairy makes itself known, they soon r...
