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Dreams aren't just composed from moments in your life but events from other peoples
lives. In Narritopia, there are beings who live at the threshold of imagination.
When we close our eyes we dream of them and they are dreaming of us.
They come from a place like Jung described as the Collective
Unconscious or Eon, the world of ideas.
The Narritopians are divided in a hierarchy of Authors and Narrators.
The Authors are those who dream, The Narrators organize the dreams into a linear story.
But the Narritopians do not know if they are seeing into the future or the past and neither
do we. There is a dispute within the hierarchy whether or not that each of these dreams
are of separate planes of existence or that they make up some kind of history.
Members of the hierarchy have taken artistic license with these dreams. When put
together, the series of events became more of an anthology as opposed to a novel.
This fact is what gave birth to the name:"The Omnibus Network."
lives. In Narritopia, there are beings who live at the threshold of imagination.
When we close our eyes we dream of them and they are dreaming of us.
They come from a place like Jung described as the Collective
Unconscious or Eon, the world of ideas.
The Narritopians are divided in a hierarchy of Authors and Narrators.
The Authors are those who dream, The Narrators organize the dreams into a linear story.
But the Narritopians do not know if they are seeing into the future or the past and neither
do we. There is a dispute within the hierarchy whether or not that each of these dreams
are of separate planes of existence or that they make up some kind of history.
Members of the hierarchy have taken artistic license with these dreams. When put
together, the series of events became more of an anthology as opposed to a novel.
This fact is what gave birth to the name:"The Omnibus Network."
Literature
Lost in history
Morning breaks on the broken and
in the ruins of the mind
bathed in sunlight,
memories seep out through the cracks
and tears flow like rivers
trying to wash them all away.
Never wanting to forget their love
their story or their life together
but who else will remember
the sheer joy in their hearts
as they looked into each others eyes.
Now the agony of remembering
how life was before
is destroying this abandoned derelict heart,
that's somewhere lost in history.
Literature
Autumn's Alchemy
In the parched willows
I hear magical whispers,
As though the forest
Is chanting her readiness
For the Autumn’s alchemy.
Literature
deep six
You stand right in front of your own face
And it is a tragedy that you cannot see yourself
Spend your days behind gray walls talking nonsense with strangers
Spend your nights dreaming nonsense with strangers behind gray walls
I eat your vacations
I drink your affairs
I suffocate on your lifestyle
I swear I ought to
Spend my nights helping the blind to see
Spend my days giving the peace another chance
And it is a tragedy that I cannot see myself
I stand right in front of my own face
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I have very weird dreams so my narrator is broken. This is a very interesting I am going to check it out.