Can anyone explain to me how the words I write are moved across space and time to an alternate dimension and translated to words on an electronic display? Because I have no idea what's happening.
A teller of tales, whenever I can manage to find my quills and inkwell, that is! Send me a PM if you want to chat!
The window through which we perceive life is what defines our experience of it. We are only aware of a small fraction of what our senses pick up. We can all choose how we see the world.