I live all alone in a world that’s filled With mysteries and wonders and stories In a space where this imagination of mine Plays like a curious little bright child The child unconsciously builds and creates All of these fictional worlds, playing, learning, Dreaming of this wonderful oddball, Earth That inhabits our fallacious thoughts, minds Like the shenanigans and all the doers And the sarbacane that poisons the life Of a character of mine; plotting, ideas As my imagination solely fly to abide. -Eiravel- All of the crazy stories and sentences that come out from my imagination and this place of emotion sometimes scare me, for you really have to go inside of the abyss where nobody goes so as to go dug for these buried ideas, which to me really looks like a wonderful world of alienation.
A World Of Alienation

The moon🌚 — symbol of those who dream.