The Violet Ocean
I stood at the edge of a violet ocean, the sky folding in on itself. A figure made of light walked toward me across the water.
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I stood at the edge of a violet ocean, the sky folding in on itself. A figure made of light walked toward me across the water.
Every tree had a face I almost recognized. The fog carried whispers in a language I understood but couldn't speak.
The corridors kept rearranging. Doors opened onto other doors. The ceiling was a mirror showing a different sky.
Gears the size of moons turned slowly overhead. Monks in silver robes chanted in frequencies I felt in my chest.
Buildings melted like wax into the street. People walked through walls. I was the only solid thing left.
Below the surface of the lake was another sky. I swam downward toward stars that grew brighter the deeper I went.
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