Solitude

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He opened the door, shocked to see an empty land filled with clouds looming in the sky. Looking behind him at the dark emptiness, he figured the strange outside world was far better than the lonesome, confusing darkness. As soon as he stepped his two feet outside, the door behind him immediately shut and dissapeared.

Strange, He thought. But not as strange as my dreams.

Investigating the area he entered, he found that no one else was around him. He inspected the strangely mushy and soft ground he stood on, sure of that he was lost somewhere in the arctic. Despite the wind howling in his ears and the sense of abandonment, he couldn't help but feel calm.

"Hello, sir," said a voice behind him.

Startled, the man turned to find a short man in armored clothing. He carried a small dagger, and had a smooth, friendly face.

"Who are you?" Asked the taller man.

"Oh, I'm no one you should be concerned about. The topic is you, my dear fellow." The short man in armor did a small jig and smiled.

Suddenly, something shiny and bright appeared behind the man. Turning around, he gasped to see a tall, golden skyscraper in the distance.

"Now I understand," said the tall man in a soft voice. "This is heaven, right? And that." He pointed at the shiny building in the distance. "That's God's castle, yeah?"

The short man frowned and shook his head. "No, my fellow. That. Is solitude."

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