Confusion reigns in the halls of ethereal substances. Fire exit signs are reflected on frozen oceans. Look outside your window, see, the world has turned upside down while you were asleep, now only you’re left hanging there in the middle of nothingness.
Your shadow is banging on the walls, screaming “let me out!”.
The universe doesn’t care about futile human battles.

So, Wake up! For in the end what do we ever own but these fleeting moments, when we stand naked in the sun, bent by the wind, and time keeps slipping like sand through our fingers.

If nowhere can be anywhere, shouldn’t everywhere be somewhere ?
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