The pillars surrounding the old school were ancient, stories even older carved deep into the wood. Stories of heroes and towering structures. Stories of hope and sickness. Stories of magic and and war. Stories of corpses and survivors. Stories of human and others. Stories to fill the young minds with greatness. Stories to inspire the writer, the artist, and the musician. Stories of lives lived and lives yet to begin.
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Dreamories
RandomMy dreams tend to vary from weird to weirder. And no two are alike. These are some of the things I wrote right when I woke up.
