Do you dare?
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Last published Sat, Dec 19, 2020
Do you dare to dream? Do you dare to create a world that has never been created before? Do you dare to escape reality, even for a second, to go to this second reality? Do you dare to live? Do you dare to listen to the stories, to the legends, to the myths? To the possibility that they're all connected? That they existed? Do you dare to think about what is beyond this world? Do you dare to disobey? To break out of society? To leave the cage? Do you dare to become you? Do you dare to dream?
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