My thesis is tiresome i haven’t had the time to draw or write most of my works are still works in progress. These are the very few lines I could squeeze out my brain for my book.
Like any other mind bending, mind torturing problems of one’s soul, it all starts with a dream, a nightmare if you would like a more graphic description of something elegant. This dream was no different with yours, only that it was more of a premonition, an astral adventure of something that does not usually happen to commoners, their death. Amidst darkness, a high pitched, muffled voice echoes in the background startling everyone, or any astral soul passing by. You could not recognize a word the voice says. The soul tingles and shakes with every unharmonious sound the voice makes, tingling, like lighting passing through one ear to the other.
It’s crappy due to the fact that I am trying to use hifaluting words hahaha
