Don't Wake Me Up When I Have Been Dreaming by ashvillia on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

In a world bathed in twilight, she stood alone, her silhouette blending with the glowing horizon. The butterflies of her imagination took flight, swirling around her as if lifted by a gentle breeze. The earth beneath her feet rippled with golden waves, as though her mere presence stirred the very fabric of reality. In this place, where the sky seemed to wrap her in warmth and whispers, she dreamed. But these dreams were not of escape — they were of discovery. Here, she was weightless, free from the limits of time and space. And so, she wished not to be disturbed, for in this dream, she found her truest self.