The world inside. The place no one can go but me. It was green once, the sun was shining, I made some friends. Friends who were all just me in parts. In this place, I could escape. I could hide from the misery of the physical world. This place is warm and beautiful. I live in a castle made of crystals. There is no pain here, not yet... One day the sun died. That was the most sorrowful day. The light turned to darkness. Only the moon was left with her two daughters. The green turned to dark purple. The clouds turned blue and pink, like cotton candy. What was once the 'sky' was now a barrier, a wall of sorts. What is on the other side? A river flows, it's black. Black as black can be. I wouldn't dare touch it. I feel like this world is a bubble. What if the water fills it up? I hope it has somewhere to go... Where is it coming from? I follow the river into the castle, which now only shines with faint light from the three moons. The water trickles from the ceilin
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