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Nov 2017
You fall into the worping ground and you melt right through into the other end.
Traveling back in time.
Free falling, you are hurtling with a back clenching force; space time pushing against you.
Shoving you into the never ending abyss.
Intense ringing vibrations are echoed through the tube pressing against the prismic walls bendingΒ and warping it to its control.
You hit the bottom.
Time stops.
You never existed.
Written by
Sandman  woodinville
(woodinville)   
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