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I don't think this is a dream. If it were, I most likely would've woken up by now. I also don't think I'm dead, but that one I'm less confident in. I thought I was free, but after wandering around, I appear to float around endlessly if I don't boost myself off of a landmass first. I know I have some sort of power with the land, too. After I sent the grass slowly floating away, I reached out for a small pebble and sent it flying through this void. I then tried to take two small islands and push them together, and it worked. I did this for a little bit until I had a decent sized platform to stand on. I can lay on my back and it takes about 13 rolls to get from one side to the other.

I've also noticed I tend to both forget and remember things quickly and easily.

So, let's recount this one more time.

I don't think this is a dream. Check. Pretty sure I'm not dead. Check.
I can't just fly around everywhere. Check.

There was something else...


















Oh right. The platform. Duh.
Was there another thing?
Oh yeah, how could I forget? I was flying around, smashing land together and I thought I saw...a thing in the distance. It looked like a person. like me, at least I think I'm a person...but anyway, instead of the normal color I've dubbed 'tempest', they were...different colors. All sorts, like a stained window. I tried to go toward them, but they just disappeared.

I also saw an eye, in the distance. It was very...erratic. it dashed left and right, and wasn't made of smooth lines like everything else. It was more...blocky? I went toward it and thought I heard it say something before it disappeared. Luckily, whatever it said stayed in the air for a minute. It's in a different language I don't understand, but I'm going to write it down for later.

(But I don't have a book. Or a pen. How will I write it down? Hmm...)

I remember that the grass tends to be easily imprintable. I jotted down what I remember it saying.

(There. Now, what to do next...)

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