I locked myself in a distorted space where the understanding of what is real and what is not is indistinguishable. And when the childrens fell asleep in the glass garden, the crawling demons began to walk. All there is to understand about this is that all that we can distinguish is not for all that the fruit of reality but more probably that of our sleeping consciousness which does not manage to wake up..

This is fucking nonsense tf are you trying to understand ?

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