A white wall, completely blank all but a window. Beyond the window is an eerily beautiful landscape. A green-tinted mist settles over a lush bank of hills in the early morning. The fog is slowly moving. Swirling. Parting. It is absolutely silent. The fog keeps parting, as if it's about to reveal something. But it doesn't. It is silent. It is nothing. And yet- it is beautiful.
Lucid Dreaming
Por ezalevsky
This is a captivating fiction novel about a girl who has a special gift that comes to her in her dreams. She... Más