question very visions we breathe
i float disconnected, blinded
fight to see the Dreamscape shine
to follow friends in Reverie
my memories of wakemare bright
the Quorum's realm reflects shadow
don't ask me to forget first light
for i woke and sensed protein air
could track its organic decay
in fervor’s grasp i pursued it
i chose paths instinctually
breathing in scents particular
chased need distinct from ideas
ingested twisting creatures whole
can these dreams be based in truth?
what kind of monster have we made?
kora's mind stumbles and decays
green becomes more distant each day
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