Before my eyes I am utterly alone, the gentle breeze making the old world spin and swirl. I need to escape from where I am. I feel the tender leaves on my fingertips; the colors soaking into my soul. The bright sun casts deep rays that seem to go on forever. Trapping me more. Taking more from me. Everything is lost in my own fantasy realm.

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