Fiction
There is Something I Must Do
A man he can't remember, a bar he can't place, and something hidden in plain sight.
Have you ever wondered where you go when you dream? Do you want to find out?
Fragments, nocturnes, slow‑burns. New pieces posted irregularly. Read in any order.
About
What's left of you when you fall asleep and you're stripped of all your senses?
Hello, I’m Caesar. Neuroscientist by trade, writer by choice. Here, I explore the recesses of the human mind through the lens of furry fiction. If you enjoy my work, I'd be thrilled if you share it with those important to you.
Unless stated otherwise, all work © Caesar. Please don’t reproduce without permission.
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