I once traveled to Canada. My head is a blur. I don't remember if I was happy or sad. Not sure If I really cared or not. Some say I'm a funny man who can see things in a different way. I'm just sad. Want a little imagination to affect my reality.
Once upon a time there lived a being who could face in every single direction every moment of the day. Their name was Doc Diventia and when they spoke, their voice sounded like breaking glass. There is a boy who sits on the surface of a still lake, and tells stories to them. There is no time here. Only stories.
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