In the swift gyration of orbs, the urgent release of emotion, a body burdened with a weight akin to steel—such was the fleeting second within the realm of dreams.
The grayscale abruptly metamorphosed into a spectrum of colors, sounds proclaimed from the mouth, a heart swiftly ascending—marks the moment of awakening from the dream.
Am I truly myself? Could I be you?
Is the inhabitant of this colorful realm the same as the one in that world painted in shades of grey?
Is the inhabitant of this colorful realm the same as the one in that world painted in shades of grey?
You've transformed into me; your influence courses through me.
I perpetuate your essence; I have become an extension of you.
I perpetuate your essence; I have become an extension of you.
