Tale #118: The Fortieth Dream Of The Waiting Prince, In His Time Of Seclusion, In The High Palace Of Eternal Solitude, Above The Clouds Of The Empire’s Reality, Beneath The Moons Of The Empire’s Imagination

This morning, my Lord told me of his dream of the night before. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dream. And in this dream, I dreamt of nothing at all.”

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Notes:

1. Written in June 2020

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