I've been here before.
That's the feeling I get whenever I am in this place. I call it a place of dreams because that's how I get there.
No matter how much I push to grab that elusive key to all this madness, I wake to a world I almost believe I don't belong to: Earth.
Even the name sounds foreign in my thoughts.
Stuck in my Palace of dreams which is truly a battleground of an era I would have sworn never existed and in that battle ground I see a captivating warrior struck down over and over again: same spot, different weapon, same cause of death.
Every dawn I wake terrified with the same spot aching.
Tonight, I sleep for the umpteenth time ready to be terrified but it seems the universe has deemed me ready. For what? "Anything but the Palace" I wish.
Well, I shouldn't have.
First time, please be nice.
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