I oftentimes think that Imagination is like an odd mist... that may be light, dark, colored, whichever, depending on whoever's imagination you're looking at. The Mists of the Imagination are unique to each individual... as are the creatures lurking inside. Ever searching, ever changing, and ever reaching out to be brought into existance... these are the ideas and concepts yet to be displayed to the world.

I find that in the dark mists of my imagination... The creatures that reach out are constantly trying to be something... anything. A human who wants to be a wolf who wants to be a tiger... who wants... I don't know yet.

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