As I started moving, my feet did not touch the wet ground or hammer the weight of my body upon it. I was drifting effortlessly and unnoticeably while the water droplets passed through my apparition. I had to be somewhere, but I was unable to figure out where or why.While I was diving upwards, the sun was plummeting to meet the horizon and the flock of birds started whirling around me: attacking me, drifting apart and then returning back ferociously, over and over again. On the cross road below, hundreds of faces were striding to reach their destinations. I was swimming in the cold evening air, and I could hear a cacophony of thoughts. Individual voices tuned into a single a frequency, making each one of them indistinguishable,and were causing a clamor in my mind.
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