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An expansive, white water dune fans out infinitely.
I advance into the dense water particles—fumbling my way through their deep, deep mist, my feet invisible.
No external sound. No sense of life. I hear only the soft beat of my undulating heart.
Where am I headed? Where will I arrive?
A thin cell membrane is all that separates me from this white world.
Eventually it will dissolve, melding into the particles.
What will I see then, light or darkness?
If this is a continuing dream, I choose to keep on sleeping.
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