Spray-Painted Dreams / Center

Stepping into a world that is both familiar and alien. The sky is purple like a story, and the air is thick with the scent of dandelions that permeate the skin. All the world around is but a bleak manifestation of spray-painted dreams of home. The only real place where desolation ceases to exist. The escape to a world that isn't real comes at a cost of all that is real.

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