The Twins

Come into our hand painted vortex and let us tell you stories to seduce your imagination.

-  Sunset  -

- Sunset -

In my purse, at all times, you will find a pair of glasses. Naturally, the glasses are to help me see, but it is a vision I choose not to view. Every time I write a post, I put my glasses on to avoid headaches and to keep the letters in their desired position separated from one another.

But it isn’t until I remove my glasses that I start to see the real world.

As I sit at my computer, watching letters dance across my white screen, I find my mind start to wonder off into space. Bored, I remove my glasses and glance above the screen only to witness the brick wall in front of me that begins to crumble. I sit back to watch what the disintegrating wall will unearth. Piece by piece, the brick becomes non-existent and exposes a bright orange light. I remove myself from my computer and walk into the opaque orange radiation - leaving my post unfinished.

- The Corridor -

- The Corridor -

- Golden as Leather -

- Golden as Leather -

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