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  • It was that place on top of the world where you could see everything happen, how the sea lived on top of the earth with endless life inside.
    That place where hills where born out of and life descended from that point on. You could see life happen from there.
    Everything developed from my sight, I created life through my eyes. Beauty existed because I blinked.
    But one day i became blind and the world was shut down.

    I was still on top of the world but suddenly it was dark. Reality changed and I could no longer see the life around me, but the unmistakeable possibility to be drowned in so much darkness.

    I was held prisoner in the universe I had created, between unlit beauty I could no longer perceive.
    Existence was a dream I had once knew, with fields of olive trees, the smell of the mediterranean sea and that place where i was once the owner, the protagonist.
    The Place I wanted to be.
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