Seas, Blueprints, Castles, Foundations

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Mind is an artist. He doesn't understand beauty like the others do. He likes things others dislike, and hates things others love. Mind isn't that controversial, he's more, true. Mind does what he thinks is better, does what's best for business. But that doesn't mean Mind is cynical. Independency can be Poison. Truth can be Thorns. And that's what Mind is failing to see. This world is protected by Phantasos, God of Illusions. And Phantasos plays a vital part in the map of Mind: Phantasos owns the sea on which Mind's ship sails, as he forms the blue in Mind's blueprints, Phantasos piled the rocks in Mind's castle, as he walked down the hearth in Mind's foundations. But why? Why Phantasos? See, this world is based on lies; We lie to protect the ones we love; we lie thinking we can keep secrets; we lie to ourselves, I'm not jealous, I'm not kidding, I love you. All of this is part of Phantasos's grand scheme. But what he doesn't know, is that Mind never opened the tiny window. Not yet.

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