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I am reclining on an ocean swell. The pulse of the water moves me up and down, down and up. I look at the blue and white reflection of the heavens on the oceanside. The skyside is still. The oceanside is jelly. The calming effects of the waves rush over me. I sleep.
I am running through a castle. The walls and stairs move. The walls are painted black and white. Adrenaline beats in my blood and fear drives my muscles to the edge. I find the edge of a cavern. A vast cavern. I shine my rainbow over the dark gash. All along the walls bright eyes tenderly sparkle back at me. I turn my back to the cavern. Heels hanging I let myself fall backwards over the brink. I never stop falling. I die falling, am buried falling, and am forgotten falling.
This is the story of your loss.
I am running through a castle. The walls and stairs move. The walls are painted black and white. Adrenaline beats in my blood and fear drives my muscles to the edge. I find the edge of a cavern. A vast cavern. I shine my rainbow over the dark gash. All along the walls bright eyes tenderly sparkle back at me. I turn my back to the cavern. Heels hanging I let myself fall backwards over the brink. I never stop falling. I die falling, am buried falling, and am forgotten falling.
This is the story of your loss.