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Muitos veem os sonhos como a porta de entrada para a alma. Pois bem, apesar de meu ceticismo e falta de fé, provavelmente há algo de místico em tudo isso que, talvez, poucos possam perceber.
Neste conto narro o que ainda restou em minha mente de um longo sonho que tive em uma fase de minha vida - não acredito que tenha vivido uma experiência tão intensa assim antes. Em todo o caso, compilei aquilo que ainda lembrava em uma versão seguindo uma certa cronologia para um melhor entendimento. Há partes que nem mesmo eu consegui compreender, devido ao caráter seriado, se assim me permitem dizer.
Acompanhem Franz em sua busca pela "verdade" escondida em um velho sobrado, e tente perceber o que almejo com tudo isso.
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