The Realm of the Unreal…written on March 30, 2005 by Mlle. Daae

The Realm of the Unreal.

This world where all that is unreal strives,

And all that is real, is not.

You enter it every night as you sleep,

Your mind forming intricate webs of pictures, which slowly lace themselves together.

You twist and turn, cold sweat coating your sob-wracked body,

As you fall, endlessly into the bottomless pit.

The darkness encases you, shutting out all escape and suffocating you mercilessly in its deathly grasp.

You shoot up in your bed, the memories fading into nothingness,

As your heavily beating heart calms to a steady pace.

The next night, as you enter the Realm of the Unreal,

A different story comes to you.

You run throughout the sparse forest, weaving and darting throughout the dead trees.

Mother Moon shines above you, her pale, yellow light illuminating your chosen path.

Where will it lead?

Only you can find out.

Enter the Realm of the Unreal.

This place that can only be reached through one’s imagination.

This world where all that is unreal strives.

And all that is real, is not.