[introduction]I call it Here - a confusing, dangerous world where dreams blend in with each other. Every daydream, every nightmare anyone is having in this present moment exists Here, on the back of my eyelids.Being in Here isn’t a choice. I don’t sleep, I don’t dream. I just wander. Every time I close my eyes...But here is different from real life; what I call “Now”. Because in Here, I can do anything. If I draw something with my mind, it will appear; whatever I paint with my thoughts comes into existence. Which is useful when running from monsters.Or fighting them, but that’s something much more complicated. Trust me, you don't want to fight a monster.
[prologue]Ever since I was small, I’ve had impossibly vivid dreams. Dreams so real I could feel everything that happened to me: wind blowingthrough my hair, the breathless rush of falling.Ever since I was small, the monsters have haunted me....And it didn’t take long for me to find out that they were real.
.what iflife wasjusta heartbeat___/\ ____________ \/
so far gonetime goes by; tickby tickI ' m f a l l i n ga p a r t . . .
.i don't know who i ambut neither did you
.and nowlikeMercutioi amdying andno oneknows