I want to create a world. A magnificent world.
Meticulous in its complexities, endless in its possibilities, at the very edge of beauty itself. A world made of Dreams. Love. Despair. Power. Passion. Friendship. Rage. Sex. Family. Forgiveness. Torture. Art. Laughter.
But a world unable to know itself;
What could be emptier?
Let your dreams be the foundation of this world. Grand or small, near or far, zero or infinity. Give me a small piece of your soul, and the whole of mine will become it's garden.
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