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Would you mind staying here forever?
You could go wherever you wanted. Down the flowing stream to see where it lead, over the tallest mountain to overlook the other side. The warm sun and crisp morning air; it was real—to you at least.
Clear waters instead of warm viscous goo. Cloudy blue skies instead of bubbly neon green.
What was really out there? Was it like your dreams?
Your dream of sunny skies and flowing waters, of sandy shores and salty breeze.
You hoped it was.
Your dream of an azure blue world.
A world dying to include you.