None YetAnd the trap was set. The teachings that were taught were never used. The clockwork in the child's mind spun for infinity. But it produced nothing but uelsess words. All of the creativity, originality, and uniqueness drained. Replaced by the knowledge that limits us all. And the child learned nothing but havoc. His mind no longer spun, but whirled. And when he reached his end, he met his maker. And was granted one wish. He wished for silence. Final silence. He had lived all his life without it, and he needed it so. His wish was granted, and he was sent into nothingness. &None Yet
The Man Of Your Dreams"Oh, but for you grace of god would you stab right through my heart." "That is not true!" "It is! You have!" "You know I pine for another!" "He is not all you imagine him to be!" "Oh, but he is!" "You know he is?" "I know he is!" "How do you know he is?" "Because I dream of him." "Tell me his name, and I shal show you he is not, by defeating him at the tournament for your heart." "I cannot!" "Why not?" "The man I dream has no name." "Wait...the man you dream?" "Yes! I love him so!" "You mean, this whole time, I've been in competition with an imaginThe Man Of Your Dreams
