Cradle, maze & Deutsche Welle

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I opened my eyes & found myself in a dark void. Nothing else was there except for a narrow dirt road I was standing on. I looked ahead to find the path extending & crisscrossing as if suspended in that pitch black nothingness.

I started walking & became very aware of my tongue & limbs. Why were they so heavy?

A huge duyan, the color of the dirt road, stopped me in my tracks. I realized something was in it... a giant boulder. It was ominously swaying back & forth towards me, gaining speed with every turn.

I woke up to find myself clinging to the curtain. It took sometime until I regained conciousness fully. It was just a dream. There was no dirt road, no swinging boulders, no dark void. I was just in the bedroom in a bright & sunny afternoon.

Nobody should see me like this, trying to escape from my own imagination. So I sat on the bed & try to recover from it all. My body, though not heavy, was hot & sweating.

To have something to do, I stood up & reached for the TV set despite my joints & muscles' protestations. I just watched whatever was on.

At first there were men & women walking down a wet cobblestone street in sped up motion. They were all wearing hats in different shades of black. Some were holding briefcases, some were clutching magazines or shopping bags in their hands. All the while a male voice over was speaking as texts zoomed in & out from different sides of screen. Afterwards the scene disappeared behind a skyblue backdrop in which there appeared only two letters in white... DW.

After a few seconds it softly dimmed into black before showing a man & a woman, both standing & wearing a similar get up of black long sleeves & a pair of white pants. Only the man was wearing a pair of white gloves. The duo, in stop-go motion, was tinkering with random things like a light bulb & switch & small blocks that appeared as if from nowhere. With no more props to play with, they held up each others' hands. The gloves on the man's hand moved towards the woman's on its own, step by step.

Then the camera zoomed out to show what appeared to be a maze. It looked eerily familiar.

It was the moment I felt a throbbing pain in my temples. I dozed off once more.

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