Where Dragons Play Under a Fiery Sky

I befriend creatures the ordinary people deem magical, gaily playing even with dragons -- the kings of the land -- without getting trodden on, nor burned. Hurt is non-existent. I am their guest and friend warmly welcomed in their playground. But then I still feel extremely lonely, getting scared of death, of losing the spotlight, of evil spirits, of being defeated. And in the blink of an eye, I find hope, love, and faith -- all those that truly matter, all those that should matter.

This is my carnival of fantasy, an escapism that drives me in the wild, in the battleground, in the happy place. When I think of life, sometimes, I purposely sleep and dream a dream full of wishes.

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