What is a word If not the representation of a concept, and what is a concept if nothing more than the brain meats trying to understand the world around, because understanding is what binds us and at the same time gives us wings.
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To wake up suddenly so suddenly is something novel for her, but to look around and be surrounded by books is something familiar, fiction and stories being her only comfort in the face of an uncaring world looking dowb at her clothes smeared with half dried ink her nose twitches at the strong alchoholic smell.
Looking around everything is normal, the books are organized as she left them, but she still felt IT that dull tone of grey that wasn't actualy there but seemed to color everything, she hoped it would be gone as if it was a bad dream but it remained.
Slowly sucking the wonder out of everything, she had to get out of here even if just in mind, she took a look at her quill and inkpen then begun to write.
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She created miraculous wonders and devious villains but to all of them she gave her spark, the thing that made her feel special, what made her feel like she truly mattered... to her, her fantasies were everything for they made the world feel less dull.
The scene of walking thought something seen everyday but somehow it being just MORE, looking at a clover and thinking of the little folk living beyond the four leafed gate.
Looking at a dandelion and seeing it one day blossom into a majestic beast, with a mane so majestous and a body so light that it can even fly with the wind.
So many stories untold and fantasies undone she mourns for all stories that were not given form in time and simply unreaveled into threads of thought, and even for all the dreams that came to not be she mourns them but also she gives them all a toast.
Everything was falling down all around but at least she had her stories.
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Knowledge gives us wings but binds us to its shackles, fantasy frees our minds for we cannot stretch our bodies to reach the world beyond.
For in a world made of wonders everything is truly magic.