I guess this could be an opening to a story. (Sorry about the formatting.)
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I turned back and looked at the island…And saw the flames of sorrow reaching high into the sky. It was hard to look at…To see my small town smoldering under the burning rage of such a cruel fire. I looked back…And realized everything was lost. My heart raged with the thoughts of the family and friends I had selfishly left behind. They would have no escape…Their lives would be stolen from them by Fire. I thought of the children, who knew nothing, who were so completely innocent of this evil, selfish world; their lives…taken away unmercifully. I looked back…And saw Despair itself…
My thoughts turned back to my fleeing. When I could have been helping people escape, I left in this tiny row boat, floating back and forth on the gray sea. The sea…a bland, foreboding gray…As if it knew this was a forsaken night. My guilt overwhelmed me, and I lost consciousness.
I had horrible dreams, and I awoke with a painful headache. My mind, the moment I woke up, instantly set on the Burning Island…Why? Why do I torture myself so? I shed a single tear, but something was wrong. I could not hear nor smell a sea, and the tear dropped from my cheek and made the world ripple. I obtained Focus, and realized I was No Where; an abyss of infinite white space. Every movement I made seemed to flow better than it did in…the real world. With every motion, this whole white world rippled with fierce intensity. I was comforted somehow…This Lucidity gave me what I needed: Peace. It allowed me to let my thoughts stray elsewhere, to other things such as how I came of this White Space, and why…These questions, I was afraid, would never be answered.
I was searching for any existant being within the Lucidity, when I noticed a small dot quite a long way away. It seemed to be traveling towards me at incredible speed, and it was not long before I realized what it was…Reality. The White was ripped away, and the salty sea, the rickety rowboat, and my painful thoughts all returned.
Whatever the Lucidity was, I longed to return to it and achieve that Perfect Clarity once more.
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