Not Alone

It is in those moments that we find ourselves woven in this fabric of time.

We sleep fitfully knowing we must wake, conscious of the other world we still have no claim over.

But what?

What if this world we sleep within is merely the tangible but we have yet to discover that?

What if the world we think our own, where we have individual identities…

What if that were the illusion?

Powerful.

Extreme.

Exactly​.

Dreamworld.

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