Queen of Thorns #JustWriteIt  #OnceUponNow

Queen of Thorns #JustWriteIt #OnceUponNow

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The scent invades your soul. Fill all your pores. You alive. And you begin to imagine, getting to know the mysticism of a dream where reality and fiction have melted transporting you to a place you do not recognize, a new world where nothing has been created. The lands are prepared for you give them the way you want, knowing that everything will be right to imagine and create your mind from now. Your mind, not far from sanity wise knows how to create a world without paranoia, not crazy, because you're not crazy, you're totally rope, and you know put difference between reality and fantasy. This will always be more beautiful than the other. Along the same lines, a path of red rose petals before you. You hear screams, you can hear the voices behind you regret what happened, but do not feel sorry for those voices, you died for them, but you're actually sleeping. And in this world where you create a dream after another, there is no limit, no rules. The perfum will invade you. Is your body laying on a bed of roses. The same path of roses that you follow and takes you beyond. Where a kingdom will rise. They know that you have come to create
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╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?

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