Prologue - Falling

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        I wake up. Wind streams past my face as I try to gather my bearings. I appear to be falling, but as far as I can see the world is black. I lose track of time in the darkness, when suddenly a single word forms out of the dark. Glowing bright white, the word "Hope" flies by me as I fall ever downward. More words appear from the darkness. Love. Fear. Joy. Anger. Sadness. Death. The words fly by with increasing speed until one word appears directly below me. Life. As I approach the word, the world around me begins to shake, increasing in intensity as I fall closer. The word starts glowing brighter, until all I can see is white. In a loud bang, the world around me bursts into color.

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