Literature
Dreams prompt
Their world was an odd one. It was an unknown dimension stuck somewhere between reality and dreams. In this world, logic was just twisted right around. And that was putting it lightly. When one got stuck in this dimension, they usually got lost trying to get out. It was easy to lose one's way.
There was a small meadow within the forest. A single ray of light illuminated it, a field of vibrant flowers. The rest of the thicket was dark and murky, a deep shade of gray with midnight blue mixed in for added effect. A young man laid in the very center of the meadow, late teens about. His hair was shoulder length and a glossy black color, likely fr