Fiction: Nothing existed. Except The Dreamer. So how could he touch grass? Or make love? Or be known? And so, The Dreamer decided to do what he does best and Dream.
Pure genius.
Loved reading this.
It resonates with how I see this world and the part we play.
Beautiful🩵🩵🩵
Thank you so much!
Just wow! Love all your writing but this one is extraspecial.
Thank you.
Pure genius.
Loved reading this.
It resonates with how I see this world and the part we play.
Beautiful🩵🩵🩵
Thank you so much!
Just wow! Love all your writing but this one is extraspecial.
Thank you.