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Dreamland: Lost in Oblivion

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Published: Jul 23, 2010

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The sky broke. Just like that. Shattered, like millions of razor sharp pieces of glass that had once reflected an endless blue.

Endless now found its end.

You would think such a thing would be the finish to all things…Not at all. The transformation that followed the broken sky was shattering in its sheer beauty. A bizarre beauty that had always been hidden to the human eye. I thought this new sky left behind was far better than any jewel or miracle or any other splendor you could name.

Space stretched forever. That vast expanse of terrifying and mysterious magnificence showed what had lain behind endless sky. The planetary bodies sat like sleeping giants, rings aglow with color, moons travelling lethargically in orbit. Our own moon sat there, levitating, broken in half, light and dark side by side.

Within the colors of space the stars burned. Reddish gases streaking through like ribbon, appearing like a celestial waterfall pouring over the edge into nothingness.

In wonder everyone stares into this new atmosphere, transfixed, lost in oblivion.

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