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Pasa como en aquel cuento donde una niña valiente abre un armario, se mete entre los abrigos y aparece en un mundo completamente nuevo.

Ahhh guiño a Narniaaaaa

“Mi mayor deseo, un deseo por el que habría estado dispuesto a rezar, era que, pese a todos mis defectos, cuando llegara el momento, porque seguro que llegaría, mi mujer estuviera dispuesta a luchar por mí con tanto empeño como Jennifer había luchado por su marido.”❤️😍

Ayy Timothyyy

«Contagio emocional» es una expresión acuñada por los estudiosos del comportamiento para referirse a un aspecto bastante universal de la naturaleza humana: que tendemos a imitar el estado de ánimo de los demás.

Tanto Odisto como el Escobas comprendieron que, muy probablemente, el narrador de esta historia se estaba dirigiendo a ellos a través de él—.

Things only have the value we give to them. And likewise, actions can be worth whatever we decide them to be worth.

Our rules

Why do we tell stories?

Do you remember…what you said about sad sad stories…

When she let loose, everything changed. For in her was a power far beyond that of hion.

Tin…. Interesting

A soul cannot be destroyed; it can only change forms.

The true hero is the one in your mind, the representation of an ideal that makes you a better person.

Hope is a grand thing, and having heroes is essential to human aspiration.

art doesn’t need to be good to be valuable.

“I like explaining things,” he said, causing her to look at him again. “Yumi, I’m a painter. Do you remember why I said I loved it?” “To share it,” she whispered. “To see the delight of your creations with your friends…”

“Can’t you feel it?” he whispered. “What?” “The heat,” he said. “It radiates from Yumi, like from the sun on her world.”

Hion. His soul was becoming hion. And the nightmare—spreading its many legs around the window and drawing its center bulk toward Painter, pinprick white eyes facing his direction—was feeding on that energy.

“Yet for some reason I feel good. Like I want to do it again. I’m broken!”

Hion lines

Painter thought, that was what the sun subsisted on—burning as fuel the willpower of those who lived beneath it.

The heat from both above and below, Painter pressed between the two, the pancake between hot plates.

Pancankes 🤣

In that way, nightmares serve much the same function as storytellers. Evolution doing a favor for those who, unlucky and unfortunate, never encountered me.