Imagination is my Reality

Imagination is my Reality

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Omori, a depressed otaku, has been living in WHITE SPACE for as long as he could remember. All he has is his cat, blanket, tissue box, drawing notebook, knife, laptop, and his four childhood friends. The only problem is that his only friends are not real. Or is it the other way around? Now, Omori must pick between the world inside his mind or the "real" world. Please note that Omori and the other characters mentioned in this story do not belong to me. They belong to OMOCAT. The game Omori has not come out yet and is still in development. I, obviously, do not know the full lore/everything about this game.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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