Drifting through the darkest night.
I feel a sudden tremble...a stirring rising from deep below the surface.
Shooting through my soul.
Tearing me from the road's reality.
Rendering me displaced...removed.
Away from all I loved. Away from all I hated.
Caught between splintered strands of time.
Tumbling through the universe.
Inertia propelling me deeper into the void.
Out into space...among the stars; free from time...free from worry.
Never aware of the pair of headlights suddenly in front of me.
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The source of the maddeningly, hypnotic melody emanating from the woods is standing before me. It appears to be some kind of bird. Its feathers are a thousand glimmering gradients of every color. A rainbow of shifting hues, sparkling in blinding brilliance. I have never seen anything like it. I am going to try to get closer.”
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