Dreams. That was his prison. Do we really know. Let me tell you of an orphan boy, barely remembering his own mother and father. A subject of bullying since young age and living in a dirty, old orphanage. What are dreams actually. This is where he tried the unthinkable twice, just to escape from it. Until one cold night in November he dreamed it. He dreamed a green meadow, covered in flowers on a sunny day. The birds were singing, there was a sound of running water nearby and a gentle, female.
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