Purple haze lingering above me, glowworms of all shades and colors swirling around me. Impressions ransack my mind and negate contaminations of the past.  Floating free I cannot surmise the direction I am heading for. Flickering uncertainity forms the chaos novel that surrounds me every fragment of a second.

“The tree’s look different. He hasn’t been to this part of the forrest before. Fresh air fills his lungs and makes him feel comfortable – even though he went astray days ago. He sets for the direction of the sun, as he seems to know that each path implies a similar level of insecurity.
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