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People are like clouds. They float into our lives for a brief moment, then leave with the passing winds. Even though they may be gone now, their impression never stops.
This is something I have discovered over the course of time I have watched the humans. Every thought, goal, or dream seems to affect me; some for the better, others for the worst. With each one there is hope wrapped around it. Over time, I have learned to call these spheres of hope Lucid Bubbles. They are the transparent bubbles where dreams reside. Fragile little things really; the simplest words can shatter them into stardust. That is where I come in, or so I have been told.
Never knowing how it feels to be living, I am what some have named a ghost, a shadow, an illusion. To most, I’ll never be seen, but my work will. The nightmares, hopelessness, and fears seem to vanish within the hearts of those on the verge of giving up. Their minds clear and they go on about daily life as though nothing happened.
“Do your task without being noticed. Leave no traces behind and it will make things easier for the vessel to move on without questions, “ my job’s code of ethics. However, I am starting to notice others of my kind going against this idea and appearing before the actual host. What would cause them to do such a foolish choice as revealing themselves?
Those who did not obey to the code were arrested and sentenced. Most who got such punishment were never heard from again. A number of rumors started to surface after awhile. Some believed they were sent off to a far away land. Others figured they were rotting in the jail cells. Yet there were a few that thought both rumors to be false; that another truth was still hidden behind closed doors.
Whether the gossips are correct or fabricated ideas, it did not concern me. Or so I assumed until she collided into me.
Please do not steal this profile or any ideas off of it. I worked hard to get it like this. Still under construction
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