Dreambound Dreambound

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What's real, and what's only a dream? Alone, confined within his prison, the man sits, his back slouched and his arm raised. In his hand, a paintbrush. A weapon in his eyes, perhaps. A tool that could create something from nothing. Waves crash onto the white shores. The night sky reflects back on itself, a sea of stars

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