A world where magma boils and swirls through the lakes, while the shores are crystalline ice,
One where the birds fly shedding leaves and blades of grass, and beautiful feathers of many
colours spring from the ground.
A world where everything is paper and ink, while pens spew reality,
A surreality, is beyond any doubt,
A much better world for me.
A/N: GODDAMN I KNOW SURREALITY ISN'T A WORD GET OFF MY CASE! JESUS.
