Who is to say that this
is our only world?
I have walked in many,
wandered many nights
through the castles and mazes
Dragons and demons
fairies and freedom
princesses and rebels
revolutionaries and dreams
I have seen all and more
These are worlds of magic, of fate
of apocalypse, of reborn humanity
of endless mountains and oceans
They are great beyond compare
for they make us realize that the world
we inhabit, the one we breathe in
is not what we wish it to be
Books, my friends.
Books. Thousands and thousands of them
Words. Billions and billions of them
Each a key, each a portal
Each a world apart from our own.
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