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I'm in Black again. I learned new tricks. When I lay down in a certain way I go higher really fast. I like it here in Black. It's so quiet and peaceful. But something tells me that is going to change really soon.
   
I swim in Black when I see something. I see a white dot. I swim toward it, because it might be the first thing I can use for my tour.
   
Oh, right. I still need to find the entrance, or else I won't find anyone to give that tour.
   
I come closer and closer to White. White gets bigger, brighter. White gets a shape. When I get close enough I can see what it is: it is an anchor.
   
Someone's been here before me and placed this anchor. There is someone else here in Black.
   
I turn around to see if there's somebody. There's nobody.
   
I'm pulled to the anchor. It's like an invisible cord pulls me closer and closer. The black dot where a chain is attached to a boat comes closer, like a black hole. I try to swim the other way, because I get scared, but the cord pulls harder and harder. The black hole comes closer faster. I stop trying to get away. I let myself get carried away to the black hole.

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