
THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT STAIRWAYS WITH SHADOWS BENEATH THAT REMIND ME OF ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE, LONG BEFORE THIS LIFE, LONG BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY. COULD I HAVE BEEN IN STORAGE, MY MIND NURTURED BY GRAIN DUST? OR IS THIS SIMPLY INSANE TO LET MY CURIOSITY TAKE ME TO HEIGHTS OF NEW DIMENSIONS ONLY TO HIDE MY PATH WITH SHADOWS, TO KEEP THE TRUTH FROM LETTING ME KNOW WHEN AND WHERE THIS VOID MIGHT HAVE BEEN? IS THERE A REMOTE CHANCE THAT WHAT I BELIEVE TO BE THE PAST IS THE FUTURE? IF THAT IS TRUE, WHAT AM I DOING HERE? AND YOU ARE FROM THE FUTURE THEN? OR SHOULD I ASK, FROM THE PAST, SAVED FOR SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE? PERHAPS THIS IS A SIMPLE PIECE OF DREAM MACHINERY GONE WRONG, MIXED UP WITH TIME MACHINES, PERHAPS NOT.
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