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I allowed the soft, blissful rhythms of the song to wash over me as I approached a comfortable posture and watched outside the window. I could sense the urgency of the wind to force its way inside; I let it brush past me. The dry patches of land were relegated to a brief nothingness as I fixed my gaze on the setting sun, glowing and golden, as the music went on and on. Everything lost its significance and flashed past before my eyes, but the sun stood its stead. I sought bliss, I sought peace then. The yellow, tepid warmth of that moment insinuated deep into the inner recesses of my mind; sought an endless refuge there, as I sat observing at nothing—mindlessly, thoughtlessly, aimlessly.  In the years to come, the swells of the very song would make me revisit that scene, as if the present around me would not endure when the same old warmth would seep out of my own existence. But the memory would contort. The bliss would masquerade as sorrow; the tepidity as coldness. The once-gentle...

There had appeared an object high up in the sky, dashing straight towards the cosmos, apparently escaping earth and its dwellers. It was the early hours of a spring day, but the sun was up at the horizon. The air was still cold and fresh. A man, all alone by himself, was sauntering amid a vast field of lush greens that swayed in the morning breeze. He must have noticed that something was odd with the sky that day. He would have confirmed this conjecture had he looked above right then, for the flying object overhead had now grown double its size, accelerating away from its surroundings. That morning, when it dawned, was inarguably the freshest of the season. The man dressed in his local attire continued walking listlessly amid the fields of green stalks. Any living being might have sensed the mysterious entity right above had there been one other than that lone man, for he did not deign to glance skyward; he had his gaze entirely fixed down at his feet, unperturbed, unstirred. Walking s...

The sun was searing through every fabric of seclusion, the radiating heat had blurred the visions. Somebody threw himself in front of the approaching train. Everyone heard the grumbling of the rails, the deafening, alarming horn of the train. Everyone saw its bolting speed; everyone saw it moving. Only some noticed that the scene was not devoid of a mishap. Someone noticed an apparition of a man materialized out of the thin air for a fleeting instant and vaporized just as quickly before the collision. Someone noticed a white cloak fluttering, floating in the scorching wind and watched as it enveloped the front of the train on the impact. Someone saw an old, emaciated weakling of a man; a bent spine throwing himself against the wrought iron front of the train and being shredded into bits instantaneously; his boiling blood evaporating just as it made contact with the blazing world outside; finally freed from the narrow sheaths of the veins. Right then, someone felt something wrong had oc...