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Purple Dreams

She looked up as if expecting me, or maybe just the wind— it was hard to say. A teacup floated beside her, steam curling into the shape of a sleeping cat. "Stories," she said, "make the world wobble just a little less. Do you have one about a cloud that forgot how to rain, or a fox who dreams in third person?" I didn’t, but she didn’t mind. She handed me a pebble that hummed, and a leaf with a tiny map drawn in dew. “Follow this only if you grow tired of gravity,” she said, vanishing into the ivy, like mist fading from a memory. I stayed a while, just in case she came back— and because the mushrooms had started to sing.

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Date: 5/6/2025 4:20:00 PM
Singing mushrooms oh my ! loved your entry, congrats
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Aaliyah O'Neil
Date: 5/10/2025 10:03:00 AM
Thank you so much. This one was really fun to write—I tend to lean towards the doom and gloom side, so I'm making an effort to explore more positive imagery. I genuinely enjoyed working on this piece.

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