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Leave enough places behind,
and you no longer belong to any of them.
Or perhaps— every place becomes yours.
Follow your heart.
That is where it all begins.
If you’re at peace with yourself,
even an open-air asylum
holds something safe and warm.
I knew the system; I moved through it.
I came back with a lens,
then paint on my hands,
then a frequency.
MORPHEUS doesn't shape dreams—
he suspends reality.
So did I.
TIMARHANE is what it's called.
ONE, who passed through.
ONEHEUS, who returned.