As I progressed with my reading, I found out Passepartout didn't turn out quite anything like what the author expected him to be on their journey.
As far as my own anticipations go, we never even got started.
Imagine trying to take flight, and an invisible noose around your feet pulling you down just as you've filled your lungs and spread your wings? In a shared dream, the passivity or doubt of at least one of the hearts that dreamt the dream can turn into the noose. Over time I have met many more of the dreamers. I continue to share the spirit of my dreams with them, but not the burden of realizing them.
And, Passepartout (as I call you this one last time), I free you of the tag. We agreed there wasn't a need for tags and definitions. And, that's how it ought to be.
(Read Passe-partout here.)
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