We're living within a dream of a dream. None of us is real. When we meet death, it's like a dream bubble bursting. What we do doesn't matter because it isn't real and we're nothing but an image created by the being who slumbers. We're nothing moar then air. just a passing thought, waiting for our bubbles to pop. And when the slumberer awakens, then that's when our lives truly begin.
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