Imagine

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The air is sweet. It smells like a summer breeze and sounds like a meadow, silent and still. You turn around and see destruction and war. As you take a deep breath you realize that the air has changed. It's now dusty and dry. The smell is a smell as decay and rust. You quickly spin and realize that everything is opposite in this incredibly different, yet exactly the same, world. The houses on one side are cheerful colors and happy pets dancing around in the yards. On the other side the houses are dark with demonic pets barking at you through the shadows. You look down and see white. No body, no ground, no sky, just white. Only white. You freak, wondering if you're dreaming. Quickly, you realize you are in limbo. The place between Heaven and Earth or Hell and Earth. You run to the cheerful side thinking everything will be fine. The houses are smaller than you thought only coming up to your waist. You touch the house and it feels like graham cracker, rough and bumpy. You smell it, graham cracker again. It even looks like graham cracker. You just realize how hungry you are. You break a piece of the flimsy house and as it breaks it sound like a graham cracker breaking into little delicious pieces. You wonder if it smells, looks, sounds, and feels like a graham cracker, wont it taste like one to? You bite into to. Your face turns to disgust as you realize that you just ate dirt. You spit it out and continue your search for food. You enter a house looking for food and find none. You freeze as you hear a sound. A sound of excitement, applause and cheering. You rush outside to find people but none are clapping or cheering. You still hear it but your not sure where its coming from. You look at the people's mouths, none are moving. You run to the other side seeking shelter. The ground feels like tiny knives poking you feet as you walk. Blood escaping from your wounds, you run faster. As you cross the boundary the noise changes from cheering to screaming, screeching and bloodcurdling. The satanic sound grows loader as you race across the world. You feel you life ending as you quietly fall into a deep trance. You cover your ears as the scream continues. You feel hands grabbing at you. As you open your eyes you see nothing there. No body, no ground, no sky. Nothing. Nothing at all. Just black. Only black. But there is now silence and that makes you happy. Even though you are alone, can see nothing, hear nothing, smell nothing, you are happy. Happy you have escaped that horrid sound. Happy that it's over. Happy as you fall into a deep sleep never to wake again. 

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