Dreamer

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Voices sure are angelic. Transcoding experience with some melody. Listening to someone speak will always remain fascinating. Out of some aether of will and thought to synthesize. Hopefully to something harmonious, maybe.

And it’s completely divorced from the frame I think. And though one could say eyes say more than enough, a voice slips into one’s mind and conveys the world it’s been surfing. Every voice is an angel hidden, guiding a limp arm toward whatever they consider their everything.