The art of daydreaming is to make yourself fly, swim, and dance in a world of your own making.
To listen to the music you like without headphones as the world crumbles to nothing, to enjoy your own company without any form of distraction.
The story of our lives is written by the author, but beyond the ruler of last throne there was another Author before him, yet what happened to the first?
There is always a bigger story and when you think the 9 are everything remember that the gates are but something of his own making.
A wonder it's to be the ruler of the first epoc but my ending is near. But the 9 are going to break away from thier cage one day.
A purple crown, a sip of alcohol from his gouard, an old man pretending to be a beggar, and more... a story beyond the story and secrets that will remain hidden until some crack my hid...