‘It’s going to be alright,’ he promised. ‘It’s
going to be alright,’ she cried. Lucid dreams. Scenes
following one another, over and over. Unnoticeable if you
aren’t paying attention. Look closer though and you’ll see the
similarities. Recycled lines of lies. Lucid dreams. Familiarity.
Maybe we’re asleep and none of this is happening. Find a
fear and chase. Wake from all of these lucid games.
