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I have seen things in my dreams, Anons.
Great cyclopean expanses of greyscale emptiness. Bones bleached by motionless ages laying in the place where the ocean and desert meet. I've seen stardust. Multi-faceted, always changing. Perception of the world is the thread that we all clutch, rejecting only what we can imagine. Never seeing what lurks.
Last night I witnessed a man made of black, outlined as if he were a living black hole. He made a buzzing non-voice that shook me awake.
It all dances behind my eyes long after I return to the world.