The Oneiricon Welcome to the ink-stained marrow of the veil. These verses are not merely words; they are the echoes of a shadow-self that only finds its voice in the quiet hours. Step into the 'Refractions' of a mind that finds beauty in the thorns. Read slowly, for here, we consume the dark to find the light.

Oneiricon
04.25.2022
I walked into a well lit room that had white walls; the room was empty with brown hardwood floors which i could feel creaking under my bare feet. I saw...
04.25.2022
I walked into a well lit room that had white walls; the room was empty with brown hardwood floors which i could feel creaking under my bare feet. I saw...
04.20.2022
I often dream of nothingness. Imagine a realm where your physical body is the only thing that exists in the 3D; no trees, no grass, no other people... just you...
04.20.2022
I often dream of nothingness. Imagine a realm where your physical body is the only thing that exists in the 3D; no trees, no grass, no other people... just you...
