Derealization is freaky because ur like in a irl video game and the sky looks fake and the grass looks fake, yknow? Like how it feels is hard to describe but you’re out of your body and the world looks like a dream but it’s actually happening and that can be kinda :/

L'Amour braque (Andrzej Żuławski, 1985)

In the dusk of the night, a modest dwelling rests. Its white walls with delicate lines emanate a golden radiance through windows and portals, transforming into an inviting incandescence. On the threshold, a small step beckons entry, accompanied by strands of grass that extend around, kissed by the intense light of the abode. The surrounding space reveals itself as nearly deserted. Towering trees, risen just behind, conspire to create a disquieting atmosphere. The sky of an unusual dark green hue seems imbued with some mysterious gas. The arid climate induces a sense of disorientation, perhaps even loneliness.

𝙨 𝙞 𝙜 𝙣 𝙖 𝙡

Right ahead, a sandy path unfolds leading into the unknown. In the midst of this trail, two diminutive trees emerge, one on the left and the other on the right, like subtle guardians of the way. A modest celebration of nature unravels.

Green is omnipresent, embracing every corner. Soft shades that flirt between yellow-beige and green caress the grass, which in turn adorns itself with tiny, delicate white flowers. In the backdrop of this scene, trees tinged in deep green conceal the secrets of that space. And in the end, the sky, veiled and gray, is adorned with heavy clouds, casting an air of contemplation over this beautiful tapestry that is nature.

fairy path

Lately, I've been talking to my teddy bear more often, not just him, but my imaginary buddies too. I use different voices, like they're actually replying to me. It's kinda cool and pretty intriguing, I tend to have a fun time with them!

"Come, have a seat." Her words slipped from her lips, her fingers gently tapping on the edge of the bed.

I hesitated for a moment. My eyes meticulously scanned the organized room. The bed, covered in a pale pink duvet, looked inviting. The windows, concealed by a pleated curtain, kept the outside world a secret. A shelf adorned with flowers, portraits, and bottles of perfume bore witness to the passage of time. A painting captured a daytime landscape, while a wooden rocking chair rested with a tranquil presence. The room was a symphony of undeniable hospitality. And it was this harmony that encouraged me to accept the unspoken invitation.

"Well?" My voice broke the silence.

"And what did you think of my haven?" She was direct, without hesitation.

"Simple, yet beautiful." My response flowed like a gentle sigh.

Her lips curved into a sweet smile, like a soft melody.

"Thanks, Alan."

My lips reciprocated the gesture with a shy smile, like a brief note in a score of emotions.

sounds about right