I was running real fast
through the barren ground; like fifteen feet a step fast. I heard some old man
yelled at me to stop, because some parts of the ground didn’t exist actually,
but just illusion, and that if I set my foot on one of those parts, I would
stumble into an abyss.
The ground was brownish
orange, and rocky. I thought of stopping, but it was so exhilarating that I
didn’t want it.continue reading...
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