O omens, O dreams.
Thy brain is the residence of thy dreams, dreams which are manufactured by the subconscious occurred by the unconscious of me.
So powerful of them that they can make you feel something that you hadn’t felt or might never feel In the future.
Are the hallucination which could make you swim like a shrimp in an clear ocean of ‘VIBGYOR‘even if you never had a bathe before, could be a chimera pushing you to be god, a specter nightmares your life, a reverie in a busy day providing you the liberty to fly or a wraith giving you an immense extent of peculiar and brutally strange malady and paroxysm by which you can touch death or awake to life.
O omens, O dreams.
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