All the colors in my wings

All the colors in my wings

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What would you do when you realize that you are not the protagonist of any story? That's the question Arman never asked himself. In a quiet forest, a tree falls without anyone being aware of it, while the tree beside rises to the heavens, defying laws and limits. Arman never thought that he would become the fallen tree, yet he found himself on the ground watching the tree beside grow into the realm of his dreams. He looks around, sees the floating sheets of paper, where his story was supposed to be written, but all the papers are blank. He realizes those papers were just an illusion from the beginning, there were never any words meant for the pages of his story. But nobody knows destiny. It's always full of mystery, maybe he is bound for something more than the role of hero or villain, a purpose transcending good and evil.
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