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Aug 2017
You are in a dream, that is what you think.

All you hear are quiet footsteps that keep getting subtly louder. A little before you open your eyes to see the approaching thing, you realize that it is already in front of you.
You catch sight of a masked figure, which starts talking to you at a reverbed tone.

- Wake up! I've been watching you. You are not as alone as you have thought or you think. There are more layers of existence and the single one you live in is the real itself.

But there, as you might have guessed, many other worlds that are possible. They may cross your future or slip away forever if you cannot make the leap.

Consider your life, your ability a gift, your sensitivity a power.

Now, follow me.


The masked monk turns around and starts walking towards a dark door opening, slowly disappearing in the bluish black for that surrounds you. You can't help but to follow him (...or her, you could not decide what kind of voice was this, but you would bet on it that this monk wasn't human, just looked like one...) and pass through the door. It is even darker inside, but you see a small candle lightening up. The monk takes off the mask.

- I am ... (to be continued)
n3u2o the nighttime tech poet
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n3u2o the nighttime tech poet  Two-Spirit
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