When lashes meet pupils, the eyes experience darkness. The heart beats in repetition. Blood pumps inner veins. Deep breaths fuel the brain, and the body shifts to another state. Eight hours condensed within minutes and the mental conjures visions.


    What a twisted game of spiritual warfare.


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    Darkness surrounds me. Once life takes over, that''s how one differentiates a dream. But this recurrence felt more real than any previous fantasies. A premonition grasping for my attention. I wished to be woken from the sight of a man with no reflection. The epitome of an illusion cringing from an unseen infliction.


    I slowly approached the man cradled in the fetal position...


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