In the quiet above the world below, Where dust and daylight slowly glow, I traced a dream in fragile lines, A borrowed world, a hidden time. Petal trees in rose-lit air, One final stroke — I wasn’t there. The canvas breathed, the colors moved, The silence broke — I stepped into… I walked into the world I made, Where light remembers every name. Between the bloom and endless sky, I felt my mortal heartbeat fly. If magic lives where dreams begin, Then I was real the moment I stepped in. I followed paths of glowing bloom, Then I was real the moment I stepped in. I followed paths of glowing bloom, Each step erased the weight of truth. Iridescent wings of glass and fire, They circled me — a whispered choir. Their voices said, You’re not alone, This world exists because you chose. They held my hand, both small and bright, And asked for stars, and deeper night… I walked into the world I made, Where hope and wonder never fade. Between the bloom and endless sky, I felt my mortal heartbeat fly. If magic lives where dreams begin, Then I was real the moment I stepped in. Add fire to the distant stars, Let courage grow where fear once was. I shaped the dark, I shaped the flame, Until the light called me by name. Through blinding white I fell once more, Cold wooden floor, the attic door. My breath stood still, my hands still shook, I turned my eyes back to the look. I walked into the world I made, And brought it back — it never fades. Some dreams don’t end, they cross the line, They wait for you outside of time. If magic flies and calls your name, Believe it — you were never the same. A flutter near, a knowing sign… Some worlds remember who made them alive.
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