Writing the worlds inside my head

There is a certain terror in writing down the words that live within me, the worlds that reside within my head. Each moment I spend waiting for the picture to complete makes me more sure that the story isn't mine, and that instead, I am catching a glimpse of a world. A real world.

There are characters living in these worlds. Beings like nothing I've ever seen. Creatures, monsters, humans, and faeries. All living intertwined lives. There is love, passion, and memory. I guess I'll have to figure out whose story we are telling today.

There are 3 doors to choose from. What's behind each one. I guess you will have to click and see.

A spell woven so long ago, even the caster has forgotten its purpose.	Sometimes, Light and Darkness aren't the different sides of the same coin.	Sometimes, magic is the question and the answer.