Reality. What is reality?
Something concrete, something real.
A world that's biased, and gives no chances
A world so harsh, and cruel.

Life is a pain, and it's not in our hands
Nor within our control to change.
Some are born weak, and they will die weak
Whilst the strong ones will always reign.

But there's always an escape route,
A temporary portal,
A bridge to a different era and time.
They call it "Imagination", 
Or Magic Animation,
A gift from god in our mind.

If you'll just sit by your window,
And close your eyes to the skies,
One can climb that magical bridge,
Past the stars that can never die.

The bridge is long but the journey short
It brings you to a distant world.
A world where reality and dreams meet
Where neither will conquer.

Heroes are strong but villians stronger
Constantly at war, without a victor.
The thin lines of reality shrink even thinner
And its confusing grey areas grow darker.

Our heroes call themselves Believers
They preserve life with their powers:
Water, Air, Earth, and all that is warm
Whilst their leader, Dragon, is endowed with Fire.

The villians call themselves the Truth
They the essence of others to feed.
Their powers are dark and mostly unknown
And their ruler, Falcon, uses Ice to freeze.

To drink away the light and all that is good
The Truth must destroy five mystical objects.
They are called Cores, responsible for existence,
Balance, survival; they keep the world intact.

To defeat the Truth and save their world
The Believers must implant the Cores
Into the real world, where they will be safe
From evil and its destructive claws.

To do so Dragon must seek the Indivisual
The one who knows, the one who sees
The elements are so carefully balanced in her blood
She can shift to and fro from reality.

And who is this Indivisual, so powerful, so rare?
Her Magic Animation as strong as reality?
That is not the question. The question is, what is this world?
And the answer would be: Virtuality.

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