The Fall

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Eyes open to a dream-like haze. There is a rumbling in the distance. Almost as if the
sound was running and reverberating through a long tunnel. Suddenly, through the tunnel, there
are screams. Amplified through their journey. In an instant, the small amount of light
illuminating this strange, hazy dream flickers and dies. Left in the dark with the screaming. Oh,
the continuous, agonizing, tortured screams. After a few minutes the screams fade into the silent
stillness of sleep.

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