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Peace. Our world is in a certain state of peace. This small blue and green planet is populated with over 7.046 billion human beings and yet we still have managed to remain untouched. Our world has been wrapped tightly with an imaginary barrier that has kept us safe and confined from any traumatic shift in our everyday routine and perfect system. Or so we thought. Have you ever met someone who babbles on about seeing the other side? And how they connect and see into the world of the non-living? Well frankly some of those people actually can speak and see the dead, but only through dreams. The people and things we see in our sleep are all apart of the "Invisions" community. The only difference is they aren’t really ghosts or unholy entities roaming the earth searching for some irrational revenge. In fact there just normal people like you and I, their only discrapancy is, they're transparent.
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