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 Acknowledgements :

My everyday life, the dream world and the waking one. Imagination is very powerful, and I believe that's what'll get you anywhere in life. I feel like a few books I've previously read encouraged my writing experience and process. Art from paintings and digital games sparked some inspiration. 

A thanks to my family, because they encouraged me to write this.

This novel was started for a writing project in my school. I took it a lot farther than that, obviously. I've never been a basic person. 

As for chapter eleven, I'm happy to give credit to some random cow on a bridge on a trail that I hate. The trail, not the cow. My imagination did the rest.

Pushing through writer's block has taught me a lot about my own life. I have to do things I don't want to, if I want a good outcome from the bad.  

The human mind is a very puzzling thing, an inpenetrable fortress but also an unguarded wasteland. To rule over anything in life, you have to learn how to connect with and care for your mind. To really USE what's in your skull. The brain is an unexplainable paradox in itself. 

All the characters in my story are complete figments of my imagination, I can't exactly tell you what inspired them because I myself don't completely know. I'd like to add that all their names have meanings related to their personalities. Look it up.

The artwork is from an AI app/web I found on Canva. A thanks to my nana who taught me how to use Canva in the first place.  

As for the setting / weird dystopian worlds, I used certain lyrics in songs that related to the strange feelings about it all. 

The song lyrics that were there to inspire me :


"Welcome to a journey into the future

A journey for everyone today 

to everywhere of tomorrow 

Let us explore together the future, a future not of dreams, but a reality... / 

It's so beautiful, a feeling I can almost cry...

And then, when in the distance I see someone or someplace moving closer...

Sometimes, their voices are sick." 


"Unwanted, too slow

sent to the world below

no daydreams, no light

nobody sleeps at night." 



I think I've written enough to determine this ending as worth something. I'd really like to give a great thanks to myself, honestly, because I'm the one that's still here after all this time; I've fought heaven and hell to be here. Maybe I'm not even talking about the story anymore. 

Part two possibly coming soon. 

Thank you all for reading. 

- D.D. 






"With the angels singin' on my shoulder" 

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