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Our dreams don’t belong to them

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[art by Moebius] the reflection in the mirror in not her
Our dreams don’t belong to them
illustration by Moebius for: Hazbin Hotel songs
So how come I feel so lonely when you're up getting down? … So I'll play along when I hear that special song I'm gonna be the one who gets it right You'd better move when you're swayin' round the room Looks like the magic's only ours tonight … But I don't feel like dancin' when the old Joanna plays
Wash away my troubles Wash away my pain With the rain in Shambala Wash away my sorrow Wash away my shame With the rain in Shambala
In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
Time seemed to distort as Sophie floated alone in the unending void. She carefully rationed her meager supplies, spending long hours sleeping to conserve oxygen. But even in dreams, panic crept in. She found herself gasping for breath in a sudden waking, the pod walls crushing inward as the air grew thin. Checking readings only heightened her fear - reserves dropping faster than expected. Sophie scrabbled through storage for anything that could boost the failing life support, coming up empty. De
Time seemed to distort as Sophie floated alone in the unending void. She carefully rationed her meager supplies, spending long hours sleeping to conserve oxygen. But even in dreams, panic crept in. She found herself gasping for breath in a sudden waking, the pod walls crushing inward as the air grew thin. Checking readings only heightened her fear - reserves dropping faster than expected. Sophie scrabbled through storage for anything that could boost the failing life support, coming up empty. De
Follow your emotions anywhere Is it building magic in the air? Never let your feelings get you down Open up your eyes and look around It's just an illusion Could it be that... it's just an illusion? Putting me back in all this confusion? Could it be that. it's just an illusion, now? Could it be that... it's just an illusion?
What don’t you understand? How dare you?!
I must weave this creature into the tapestry of my narrative, making it both terrifying and intriguing, all while maintaining the style that sets me apart. The giant tardigrade glides through the starship's corridors, its microscopic origins magnified a thousandfold. Its segmented body glistens with an otherworldly sheen, its many legs propelling it forward with an eerie grace. Despite its size, it moves with a nimbleness that defies logic, slinking through the passageways like a predator in pur
The deadline looms as the unearthly music swells around me. Another mysterious tale takes shape amid the flickering lights and scrapes of stone on stone. What monsters will crawl from the recesses of my mind this time? Mama Yaga's watching, as always, from her crooked hut in the grim forest. I can feel her beady eyes peering through the gloom, waiting to see what images I will weave with pen and ink. The pressure builds, a familiar intruder, but inspiration remains elusive. The radio spirits off
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