Why Are My Dreams Realistic?

The paths that were remain unchanged, to the fate that holds the living. A goal that one pursues but doesn’t exist. The incarnation of a new God that creates an endless dream for all who adore thy fate. Thoughts that were unwilling to cooperate to a better place we called dreams of all. A desire that we pursue to keep one’s mind satisfied, to keep one’s sanity intact. The coming of a newborn, destroyer of the old recursion of fate. Habits that will all die, to the one that holds the future of all. Pre-written in the Codex of Sinaiticus, the coming of a God that shall destroy the world's creation and keep peace to all the humans that created the concept of happiness. The emotions of all human beings are bottled in a single container of lies created for the satisfaction of all, born as a man, a scattered soul all throughout the universe. Different reincarnations, different pasts, different lives. Same story, same friends, same sadness, same death. In a pre-destined world, they are creat

01001100 01101001 01100110 01100101////-001- Data Reconfiguration— Data restarting….001011//-0 Rebooting…… Complete// -01 ----- Welcome To The World Of Dreams —--- ******There’s this thing in our world called entrapment. It’s like you place a person in a particular place, trapping them, then leave them. Although… I think that person who’s trapped right now is currently me.“Heh,” I smirked.I’ve been strolling around all day in this lifeless Domus. I walked and walked looking for a new room in this Domus with nothing but painted things that seemed utterly realistic. I’ve already seen a lot of things in this plain-looking Domus—this off-putting, colorless world. I feel liberated to be alone, although being alone for a long time is unfortunate. I don’t know how long it has been since I woke up in this place. I don’t even know how I ended up here. A rustling noise echoes in the distance. The sound of clanking from the metals hitting each other resounded through the thick and pain

‘We’re falling into the abyss of an endless loop of death. The only hope we had was to rely on ourselves. The entity that has taken our soul was inside this data or a volume of a book. Some of us could retaliate between countless attacks it had made towards us. They were able to prevail, but the other half of us had already wandered and embraced death.’ ‘We’re broken, beyond repair. We’re past the limit of our sanity that dreams and reality have mixed in our perception. My head was corroded with multiple pieces of information that told me it was my past self. That I was only a mere piece of data. But I rejected that I’m nothing but a version of my original. I want to live the way I want to be.’ ‘But it’s not allowed in this world. Someone was extracting our data from a book, taking our soul to feed on its ideals of life. An entity with the sole purpose of re-creating something with our information.’ ‘My other versions had devised a plan to defeat this entity that had taken our other

The chime of the clock resonates in my head. Remembering, creating a disturbance inside my head. It feels cold. I feel my soul shivering in the depths as I traversed the portal. I couldn’t see my body nor feel a dormant feeling. The cold had numbed everything within me. It feels… Lonely for some reason. This life is tainted with darkness. “Calm… your… mind…” I could hear a distant voice. “Will be… waiting… In the… promise… future… Ataru…” Ataru… Who was it? The name of someone who was called out in the void of light in this portal. A hint of gentleness in the tone they’ve produced. The sound of love and tenderness within the care of life. “Arcana…” ****** I woke up. It was a long and cold flight between my thoughts and the time when I would appear again. My body was numb from the shivering cold deep within my soul. It hurts. It hurts… It's suffocating, yet I’m alive. The sound of chiming bells resounded in the monochrome world of the portal. I looked around, but all I could see

I dreamt of something. My body was sinking into the void of darkness. I tried to reach for the only light above me, but my hands were being pulled by the red hands. I tried to scream, but nothing was coming out of my mouth. It was cold as I sank into the abyss of life. I let the flow bury me as I descended. I did not retaliate nor thought of any other unnecessary things that would save me. Then, a voice called out to me in the light. Telling something about not giving up. That I should strive for greatness and live a happy life. The voice told me life is not all about sadness or being alone. It was all about striving for things we wished for in our dreams. Even though we might fail sometimes, we can get back up, improve, and smile as we reach our full potential. The voice told me that waking up is not all about greeting the dark and eerie room you have; it's all about welcoming it with expectations of life. Life has a rhythm; it falls and rises in a way an instrument is being played