Young and old alike share guilty pleasures of bedridden fantasies... He who comes is the chosen chariot of his whimsical generation, but thee forbidden to show his abilities... You will never know the integrity of your capabilities... Unless you are the chosen one.
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He was known as Chris Preston, a cliche of ordinary teenager but a stake of high-end richie rich. His cravings for abstract fantasy was his only hope of surviving internal harassment of introversion. When he gets a taste of fantast realism, will he realize the consecution of mage? He must have a choice to define fantasy, for he be the only mortal being, to witness imagination to get out of control... His confessions being a fantast.