Imagine you’re in a meadow. The flowers are blooming in all the colours you know, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and a restless creek is splashing gently in the background.
Wonderful, isn’t it?
Except, that’s not where you are. Instead, you’re standing in a pit and your arms can barely reach the edge. Though, you wouldn’t want to touch that edge anyways, because around this pit, everything’s on fire. Furthermore, your hands are scraped from falling into that muddy hole and a bent spoon is the only tool at your disposal.
Great outlook.
Forget the birds already, if there were any, they’d be burnt by now. You’re trapped here. Sweat breaking on your forehead, hands shaking, mind spinning. Panic. Then the flames reach over the edge of the pit. You look at your spoon. It’s over. Can’t climb out, can’t go deeper, and certainly can’t wait it out. You’re done. That’s it. You close your eyes and think one last time about that beautiful and peaceful meadow. Such bliss.
Then, then alarm on your nightstand goes off.
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