austfinst
I have been wandering around the world of dreams. Looking for sunrise each night has passed, the evergreen forest that quite looked familiar. I believe there is an open door to the magical world. These are the hidden gems to the limited imagination. I know we longed for the changes; for answers. Despite conditions from reality, it becomes an escape. I found things surreal, longing for deeper connection, hoping dreams alone could fulfill one's satisfaction. I often found myself spending more time enchanting encounters: fairy tales, castles, forests, adventures, and more-like love and happily ever after.
An odd legend they say: When you can't sleep at night, you are awake in someone's dream. These experiences became an inspiration on how these story collections are made. There are quite a lot of dreams to tell, the stories never came true: yet somehow I wished it would.
May these pen and swords intertwine the worlds, weaving the threads of hopes, and drawing every soul towards fantasy-drifting beyond imaginary. As I spun the wheel, may it open the gates through enchantment; and with the inks scoring fine replacements. May it scorch every page, every letter and symbol, and hope everything becomes real as I dreamed about:
ever after.
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