Not so long ago she was walking on the edges of the end of the world.
To be a dream reader means you daydream all the time and it also means you sorrow about the green fields and flying experiences because you know they are not real...are they?
Gaia dreamt about life, about rocks beside the water, about painters, about cats. And everytime the dreams were over she was back at creating the entirely opposite, because in her mind, life felt like an immensely huge void underwater.
