He was summoned. He was offered a choice. Reality or Delusion.
His choice was swift. He had heard about reality. He knew it to be true, liberating and pure. He demanded it. His prize was granted to him.
It started drizzling. He loved it.
The drizzle became a downpour. He enjoyed it evermore.
The downpour became a torrent. He held on, savouring every little bit.
The torrent became a storm. He barely held on.
The storm became a rage. He struggled, trying to make sense of it.
The rage turned into a malice. He choked. It was drowning him, owning him.
Reality - Truth, Purity, Liberation. Bitterest of the bitter, Sourest of the sour, Sharpest than sharp, darkest than dark, Shining like the brightest star, Lethal and downright deadly. It stung him, chewed him, gnawed him, snarled at him, sucked him. He'd asked for it. He got it. It had been served unadulterated. Yet it could not kill him, it would not kill him.
He then saw through it. He smiled. Reality was him.
His choice was swift. He had heard about reality. He knew it to be true, liberating and pure. He demanded it. His prize was granted to him.
It started drizzling. He loved it.
The drizzle became a downpour. He enjoyed it evermore.
The downpour became a torrent. He held on, savouring every little bit.
The torrent became a storm. He barely held on.
The storm became a rage. He struggled, trying to make sense of it.
The rage turned into a malice. He choked. It was drowning him, owning him.
Reality - Truth, Purity, Liberation. Bitterest of the bitter, Sourest of the sour, Sharpest than sharp, darkest than dark, Shining like the brightest star, Lethal and downright deadly. It stung him, chewed him, gnawed him, snarled at him, sucked him. He'd asked for it. He got it. It had been served unadulterated. Yet it could not kill him, it would not kill him.
He then saw through it. He smiled. Reality was him.
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