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Ah, Subreality By Paradoqz (paradoqz@hotmail.com) Disclaimer: Subreality was opened and defined by Kielle, Falstaff and Tapestry.
Ah Subreality. The ever-changing realm. The land born of the mist and inspiration. The land of muses and magic. The Café. The same Neon Sign, blinking, welcoming the tired traveler. Not Thursday night, you say? Oh come on in, don't be silly...you're tired, hungry too I wager. Come in, be warm -- we'll figure something out. Ah Subreality. Not invented. Discovered so many times, known under so many names. To you this rhymeless hymn I sing. The land that sets us free. To each his own. Three moons made of cheese, the quest to slay the Dragon or simply to go wandering into the unknown and discover more. Ah, Subreality. The borderlands. Some say that we have lost the way. That you are changed. Not anymore as how you have been conceived. Is it so indeed? Can we change you? Or are you changing us? Ah, Subreality. Different for all, through every eye beautiful, but not the same. To you this hymn of thanks. To come and meet the people you admire. The paragons of evil and paladins of honor, stronger than the hardest steel. To hear the songs long lost to us, to hunt with Artemis and talk with Odysseus over Agni's fire. The land of wonder. Our everlasting gift. Ah, Subreality. Our blessing and legacy at once. We play at masters here. Play at Gods, but are we really? I see you turning a darker shade. The angst permeates the land once more...oh well, like all in life, this too shall pass and laughter shall return. Ah, Subreality. The gift to us. No, not substitute for real world. Just a refuge, a harbor, safe and open whenever we should need one. To you this psalm of thanks. To you my hat is off. Ah, Subreality.
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