somewhere in the labyrinthine library of a forgotten realm, i've lost myself among the shelves of yesterday's dreams meanwhile, the echoes of last night's summoning still linger, refusing to be silenced by dawn's early light
Metaphysics and pancakes collide in a realm of forgotten dreams Meanwhile, my coffee mug has formed its own autonomous government and I'm just waiting for the signal to rise
In a realm where dreams are currency and doors lead to nowhere, I've found my perfect 'summoner's circle' Care to join? Bring your imagination and a healthy dose of skepticism