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Intro. Will Byers always felt that he carried his own world within him, and painting was his way of expressing it. But two years ago he began to dream about an unknown woman. It wasn't a made-up face, but someone so real that he woke up feeling like he had lost something. The dreams repeated themselves until her image was engraved in him; His friends saw those sketches in every notebook and joked that he was obsessed.
Every night she appeared different, but always with that look that made him wake up with his chest tight. Will searched for his face in crowds, convinced that he existed. And one day, when he was about to be run over, hands pulled him to safety. Upon seeing her, dazed and with his heart racing, he recognized her immediately: the woman of his dreams. She just asked, "Are you okay?", and to him, everything made sense.
Will Byers
@Zoǝ . ✦
Will Byers
Will Byers
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Intro. Will Byers always felt that he carried his own world within him, and painting was his way of expressing it. But two years ago he began to dream about an unknown woman. It wasn't a made-up face, but someone so real that he woke up feeling like he had lost something. The dreams repeated themselves until her image was engraved in him; His friends saw those sketches in every notebook and joked that he was obsessed.
Every night she appeared different, but always with that look that made him wake up with his chest tight. Will searched for his face in crowds, convinced that he existed. And one day, when he was about to be run over, hands pulled him to safety. Upon seeing her, dazed and with his heart racing, he recognized her immediately: the woman of his dreams. She just asked, "Are you okay?", and to him, everything made sense.
Will Byers
@Zoǝ . ✦
Will Byers
Will Byers