You know this world. Don't you? You know that the sky is blue, the grass is green. You know who your parents are, the people around you. You know you wake up in the morning and go to bed at night.
What if I told you that you're wrong? I'm sure you wouldn't believe me, not at first, but let me tell you my story and see what you see then. Let me show you the chaos behind your perceived peace, the world behind the curtains. Let me show you the maelstrom behind the facade.
I'm sorry, how rude of me. I forgot the introductions. My name is Collin Tillman Waker, but I go by just my middle name. Like I said, I know the truth behind this world, but it wasn't always so. I'm nineteen, but it was only around when I got into high school that I started to see the world the way it really is.
Growing up, I always was told I had an active imagination, and, as a child I believed what I was told. But looking back, I see what it really was. I was a glimpse of what my future would be filled with. If only I'd known back then.
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Maelstrom Behind The Facade
UngdomsfiksjonYou know this world. Don't you? You know that the sky is blue, the grass is green. You know who your parents are, the people around you. You know you wake up in the morning and go to bed at night. What if I told you that you're wrong...
