The Architect of Dreams
The world is a white room. There are no walls, no ceiling, only a series of doors that lead to other white rooms, and windows that look out onto a kaleidoscope of impossible landscapes. I am the Dreamer. For a long time, I believed I was a traveler, a cosmic tourist visiting the wonders of the multiverse. I stepped through the doors and found worlds of floating cities, oceans of liquid gold,...
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