short clip of a paragraph from listen to the waves of the sea
I felt like I was being watched from every angle, by a million pairs of eyes.
Yet there was only two.
A warped reality, lost between fiction and reality, magic and normal.
An anti-world. Differnt, just a mirror image, but disorted and altered, woven together by thousands of threads, each one new, more added by the second, like the flow of a story.
A crazy, imperfect story. A limbo between my world and card player's. Dual soul's. Luky hands's. Everyone's.
An infinite gap, yet I could reach it. But just barely.
But now I could fathom these things, these wonderful, crazy things of magic and wonder and monsters.
I didn't want to let go.