He had a dream of twisted fates and cynical laughs. Staring at space with utmost sincerity in endless time, he responds to whispers that drag people around him to ideas away from the mundane. He wills to craft things too beautiful for the hands to see. He dares to. He chooses to. He continues to drift from day to day indifferent to the idea that he's actually capable of taking away some lady's dying dream.Or so he thought.
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