I had a dream last night that I met a bunch of other fictionkin and somehow we were all able to change back into our past lives’ forms, had full access to all our old memories… when I changed back, I felt the full weight of that life, good and bad, even obscure details like how I felt weird for being too tall back then. It made me realize that we may romanticize our past lives… but they weren’t necessarily better. Just different.

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