The sound was practically nonexistent, just a slight and indistinctive background noise at the end of my mind was producing an indecipherable buzzing. My eyelids were heavy and made me fall into a sort of melancholic numbness, occasionally interrupted by a floating sensation. There was nothing around me, except the smooth and rhythmic breathing of someone sleeping next to me. My body seemed to have no weight, through the dream shadows, that slightly mix with my consciousness, while it gently abandoned me, to carry me to that other world, made up of bizarre realities that storm my mind. Slowly, the world was becoming different, it was made of new things, things that I didn't even know, frightening yet marvelous, priceless things: change and discovery.
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