Sublime Refuge. When we need that time away from the Universe, we can close in on ourselves to find some truth. My empyreal oasis.
What is it, doll?
So there was I, sifting through the grass with my toes while I dreamed of sun. My extensive imagination immensely glorified the morning. When I opened my eyes, I imagined a world of light beams and magic. My reality was something much drearier: fog. Dense, cloudy vision destroys the world I created. I am alone in this reality, no more ready to live than any other man. I am fine with my...