I Want To Write A Play. I'd

Hunchbacks Danced At My Wedding For Luck. It's A Thing You Don't See Nowadays.

You Have To Believe. Otherwise, It Will Never Happen.

Everything That Is,casts A Shadow

Sometimes Big Things Happen, And They Echo. Those Echoes Crash Across Worlds. They Are The Ripples In The Fabric Of Things. Often They Manifest As Storms. Reality Is A Fragile Thing, After All.

I Walk Across The Dreaming Sands Under The Pale Moon: Through The Dreams Of Countries And Cities, Past Dreams Of Places Long Gone And Times Beyond Recall.