Dream?
The fog of darkness lifts. I am standing, fully awake in a white room with highly textured walls, containing a grey sofa, a rolled-up swirly brown carpet, and a cheap beech effect table, upturned, leaning against one wall. I try to walk away from this random furniture explosion, but am fixed to the floor. The floor moves toward the furthest end of the room, and I expect an impact with the wall. When I reach the end, somehow this reverts me to the third person and i am watching my physical being inspecting a wall. closely. this is slightly weird.
The perspective pans to a stranger who has just entered the room. my body turns around, and greets the person at the door. he is wearing a long silvery tunic, white-silver trousers and a mask. His long hair flows behind, framing his semi-obscured face with a gentle wave. I recognise the person behind the mask instantly.
From the cut-out holes in the white mask, his eyes looks scaredly into mine. He tells me that this is not real. That it is not set it stone yet, and that I should not be afraid of the future. But that I should stop, before the process becomes irreversible.
I am unsure how to retalliate, and feign an awkward, gawping look. I manage to squeakily ask: “but what does this mean?”
He puts his finger to his lips, and breathes a quiet “shhh”. He smiles, and walks towards me. I am frozen.
He whispers in my ear “the only truth, is that everything is a lie.”
I wake.
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