— TO DEATH —
Alone, Lise sits before the tree of death, dreadfully alive. There is silence, and small sounds stealing in and out. She sits before the tree of death, at peace with herself. There is silence. There is silence all around the sound. Suffocating silence. A sound's life is brief. A sound's life is briefest here, and silence sublime. Sit before the tree of death and know it. Silence is where Lise sits, awaiting NON.
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The Day My Dream Died
FantasyWhen confronted with an impossible choice, how do you justify your decision? Lise is a dweller, a person who can influence her dreams in a world where dreams are a reflection of humanity's perception. She pursues a malignant force that consumes the...
