[PARTE ONE] Beautiful fantasy...

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I wake up. Eyes searching here and there. Something familiar. But none. All seems alien to me. Tch.

I stand up. Wander around the confined space. Bumping here and there. Finally a mechanism that looks like a door. Bump.

I turn the knob. Unlock. Twist and push. Light begins to rush into the godforsaken room. Temperature starts to rise. Heat.

I step into the door. Barefoot, grass felt. It is another realm. A world full with weird creatures. Flying here and there. Stunned.

I thrust forward. Loving the grassy ground on my feet. Freedom. It's green. It's blue. It's yellow. It's red. It's colourful. Colours here and there. Blinded.

I continue the pace. Walking towards a place where the water is blue. It's refreshing. It's nice. Nice enough to drown myself. Step by step.

I sink downwards. The water is nice. So I sink deeper. And deeper. And deeper. Deeper than the seabed. Deep.

I breathe. Drown. Not a chance. Somehow air has reached me to the bottom. The sea. Bluer than the sky. Sink.

I open my eyes. Critters swimming here and there. Floating. Bright. Brighter than the deepest seabed shall be. A sun under the sea. Reachable not. Sigh.

I swim further. With the fishes and turtles and jellyfish. Through the coral reefs. The anemones. The seaweeds. The lots. Crowded.

 I stop. A huge sunken ship. Upfront. Nearing the corpse of the ship. Ugly from afar. Uglier up close. Ghost ship? Brave.

 I venture inside. Lots of old and broken stuff. Sudden feeling of wanting to touch them. Gold. Everything I touch turns to gold. Weird.

 I leave the ship. Looking up towards the sky. My hand reaching the faraway sky. Eyes close. Pulling myself up and out into the sky. Fly.

 Into the sky I fly...
...to be continued

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