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A short story-like experiment of science fiction and the brain.

 

In the black of night, a light blinds my eyes to a pulp. Liquid begins dripping from the walls.

An explosion of emotional screams beating as a heart. My mind is speaking in tongues.

Transfixed, the liquid becomes a soul.

Mine, I see transparent, as well as memories unfolding like a visual book.

I’ve fixed my past, and yet in this room, my thoughts turn into reality.

The figure of memories rattles in chains, speaking the language of thought. It knows your truth, and it processes in order to take you out of this room.

The room is your mind. And you must run in order to survive. But, look back over your shoulder, and tell your soul to follow.

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