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(I'm fully aware that this one isn't as good as my previous ones but I needed something to post...)
Sometimes, you can walk by something as simple as a stone after rain and suddenly you don't know if what you see is real. You know, that it's probably some chemicals or minerals or whatever in the stone that, combined with water, made a red puddle.
But like it had a brain on its own, your brain starts thinking about a fantasy world, to which the puddle on top of the stone is a portal. And it's red because an evil king is killing fairies and their blood is making the puddle more visble, the soul of the dead fairies screaming for help and revenge.
And you wounder if you would be able to visit the fantasy world, kill the evil king and safe the fairies if you would touch the red water.
Suddenly, you see a woman with a dog. You stop thinking about fantasy worlds and walk past the stone. At this point you laugh about your own thoughts. Fantasy word? Fairies? Seriously?
But you will never be sure if the red puddle wasn't in fact a portal to another world.
