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Beautiful.
0‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ Sevil exclaimed, observing off in the sunset toward the burning spirals of fire crashing the city like a Seattle downpour. Sevil, relaxed and sitting, safely out of reach of the horrific terror, on a hill overseeing the hell below, and more crucially, in front of the now-empty playground he played in as a child. ‘Justice to the sickened has never looked so beautiful, this, this is truly breathtaking,” He said, all while digging his fingers deeper in the grass to where his fingertips became dark from the earth’s crust, pushing its way deep within his nails. ‘Such a shame, though.’ Sevil proclaimed while standing, suddenly, in accolade of his finished work, ‘This place could have been the portal, but they just had to go and screw it up, all within two hours of completing the last test. But alas, the work is done, the guilty have been cleansed in this wretched city, and I have many more cites to judge.’ He said. Sevil, chosen by the Unspoken, then lifted his hand in the air, then in one swift motion crashed his open palm into the dirt with a powerful force, the ground glowing red like a crimson burst of light, then suddenly fading, leaving behind his symbol, a razor-blade edged “S” surrounded by a circle. His work was complete. Dusting off his skillfully tailored suit of all black, then adjusting his neatly fixed red tie, Sevil walked to his next target for their analysis, and ultimately, their judgment.
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Just something that I kind of daydreamed one day. Sounds like it would make interesting book, no?
Give me your honest thoughts. On the story, what you think my mind is like, if i’m crazy…etc 
Probing my psyche into a state of continual deprivation of self.
3I, sometimes–though it may seem dangerous–wonder into a state of which I travel so deep into my mind I forget I’m only in my mind, and that is now of which I am. When I am there, I find myself fascinated on which I see, smell, touch, feel. All those things I do, and I know I do, but the world could not explain how or why, because the world knows little of the mind of man. And in so, It makes it possible for some of us who are able, and willing, to delve so deep into our psyche that upon returning, this world seems bland and full of lifelessness, death, and limits.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I could have stayed in the place on which my mind conceived as the truth, when it was nothing but a mere fabrication of my own will. And that scares me. That I wish not to leave that world to enter the real one. Is it so possible to dream of such things to replace truth, to bend the vert rules of space and time in our own mind. Make our own universe? Yes.
And I think I know why. We want to be like God, we want to create, change, and enjoy what we make. And what more free of a place then our free-will enpowered mind? I think he did that on purpose. In our body, we have limits. Many limits.
But in the mind, wow, in the mind the end is endless, the unbreakable is breakable, the right is wrong, left is right. Whatever we choose to fathom. With no-one to blame, thank, or enjoy it but ourselves. Now, it is possible to break some barriers and make a bridge between that universe and this. And that is with The Arts. But that, sadly, is still at limits.
But still, back to the matter hand on which I began to speak of, I sometimes scare myself, and all that is in me, that sometimes what I see isnt fiction, but only reality without it’s masks. And that isn’t a good thing. This world is very dark, and only 1/3 of it is seen with the naked eye. But to know that what I see, what horrible, terrible things I have been beset upon me in my restless night’s dreams and visions are real?
That is something is shakes me to the core.