Believe

It hurts when you know that you're going to die, but you can't do anything to stop it.

Take Fantasy, for example. When our world gave up on dreaming, she started to die. But what could she do about it? How could she stop it?

She couldn't. All she could do was watch. Watch as her life was thrown out, her essence forgotten.

Because she was literally dreams, she could watch over Earth. No one else could, but she was able to sneak into day dreams, night dreams, stuff like that.

Fantasy cried. Her books, her gingerbread house, which was actually her house, her Imicreatures, herself, everything was disappearing. The pink cloud outside that used to be joined by many others was going, too.

Everything was becoming nothing. And nothing she knew of could stop it.

* * *

I am a plank of wood. Just... Boring. Straightforward facts that don't have time to run. But I will. I will. I don't care if the world blows up. People will learn to live with it. I'm just tired of being me.

No one understands. People have other people - friends, enemies, fun - well, I have nothing but my picket fence house. The normal, plain, "perfect" house.

These are the thoughts that scrolled through Reality's head. They are the the thoughts that scrolled through her head for eternity. The thoughts that brought her to the lowest point.

Reality is, well, reality. The structure that is life, clear and visible life. Oh, no one would be able to perceive this consequence. Imagine - nothing. Plain, regular, expected, alone. Less than life, which has billions to share it with. Being there to watch as everyone lives while you wish you didn't. It would drive anyone crazy.

So, obviously, you would try to escape. But guess what: you can't. It's reality! Cool adventures and miracles are Fantasy's job. Lucky, Reality would think.

So now you understand, kind of. The life of no life. The life of Reality.

Reality screamed, but no one heard. A tear of disappointment slid down her cheek, the one with the wetness of previous tears, and falls down, down, down...

* * *

A dark figure stood in the shadows of a small room. In the middle was a tied up screaming woman.

"You can't tell them now, Hope. Give up. It will never happen." The dark figure said in a raspy voice.

Muffled shrieking sounds followed this. They sounded like, "Go! I hate soup! Jut let me know! And whatever you shoo, they till! Pie sent Light!" Or maybe it was, "No! I hate you! Just let me go! And whatever you do, they will! I sent Light!" Or something like that. We'll never know.

* * *

"Momma, tell me a story about a princess and a dragon," a little girl with blond hair said.

"Sorry, honey, but no. There is no point in believing in things that are not true."

"But-"

"No 'but's. Go to bed."

Above, Fantasy watched this and sighed. What has happened? And what can I do?

Finally, it was too much. She jumped out of her house and landed on the last pink cloud, one thought stabbing her head.

Will I ever leave this cloud?

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