The stars twinkled, sparkled from the darkness around me. Each individual flicker of light stood alone, offering its own significance in the sea of stars. The stars also, despite the individualism they held, combined together in a single glimmer of magnificence, as a complete and single phenomenon. The world was still around me. It sounded none of its regular cacophonic cries. The city was brightly lit, but faded in the distance to the east. As if upon a vast lake, the simple pattern along the skyline was a mere reflection of the sky, a major downplay of that which resided above. Crickets called to one another, searching in everything that surrounded me, refusing to stop their insistent chirping. They blocked out all remnant of the other world -that which I came from- pulsing in their gentle rhythm, pulling me into their subtle trance.
All the world was a sphere around me, beating its melodious instruments in such a way as to compromise with my every desire. There was no one and nothing discernable besides me and whoever else I was. Peaceful was the atmosphere surrounding me, but terrifying was the war that raged in my tattered heart.
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