Everybody is a storyteller, our own little space of imagination and fantasy carved out of formless figures are the stories we tell. We imagine images that aren't real, people that never exist and never will.
We build high hopes of a perfect world we may never have. Of streets tarred in gold and walls glittering as diamonds, of castles built with precious stones and ornamentals whose smell adds rich fragrance to the environment.
We imagine worlds unknown, heights unreached, we form stories that have never been told or heard, we see visions only us can understand. We dream of times when we will be at peace, a complete absence of pain, sorrow and unnecessary killings.
A place that houses us, and us alone. We and our Lala fantasies can there ever be an end to them?
---JOO
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