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I was walking on a dark field. I was feeling the soft grass under my feet. I had no goal or so, but my intuition told me to go. I was directing myself at the moon, that was unusually big and hanging above the horizon. He didn't change his position since I first saw him, which made me feel as if this place wasn't real and only my mind created it. There were no living creatures except for plants, which made this surrounding feel almost dead but pure and untouched at the same time.

This timeless and seemingly boundless landscape was too perfect to be true. Everything moved continuously in a loop to the tempo of the wind, that blew in an accurately right temperature for me.

I was walking for so long that my feet should hurt already, but they didn't. With every step I started to hate this place more and more, but I couldn't tell why. I guess it was the unnatural peace that was presented to me in a too simple way for me. The fakeness of this world was slowly uncovering the angry side of myself.

I was walking for so long that I started to count all the things I hated about this place. When I reached a ridiculous number, I noticed a light shimmer coming from the direction I was still walking to.

My eyes widened as came closer. There were people of all ages dressed in the most different ways possible and dancing together near to a fire. I fell on my knees and started to cry as they noticed me. They were using gestures that invited me to dance with them, which I did immediately. The past time felt like forever, which it probably was.

We danced for a very long time and after a lot of the people sat down beside the fire warming their hands, I decided to talk to them. I wanted to explore the real world again and not be stuck here. Many people rejected me, but there was this one child that looked sad, opposite to the others. I sat near him and started a conversation asking him what his name was, for what I got the answer that he forgot it long time ago. He told me that all these people once came to his room as he tried to sleep because it was a bad dream and he wanted to change it. They started a fire to lighten it up and dance. He did as they told him to, but at one point he wanted to talk to them about what is going on, because he missed his parents, but the people never answered except for one little girl that once disappeared. She told him she was going back to life and they would meet one day again.

"And how did you come out of your room?" I asked.

"I am in my room right now" He said and looked at me confused.

A storm came over my body as I understood what this place was. I was in heaven. It was my imagination that formed this place. It had all the elements of life that I loved, but everything I then didn't appreciate, or notice was canceled out. I was in hell. It was the place to show me what I missed in life and to torture me with things I love, in the direct meaning. To show me that the beauty is in everything and once you take something away and the combination doesn't work the same, the things you love separately are the things you will hate.

I closed my eyes and found myself in front of a gate titled: "Reset checkpoint". I came closer to the creature that welcomed me and explained me some type of policy of the company "AfterLife" that basically told that my soul can come back to earth right now, but I had to accept, that I will forget everything that happened to this point. All the things I experienced while living and everything I learned here.

I went through the gate.

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