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22. Rebirth in Fire

Author: U.F.R
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-03 23:18:17

Anastasiya Van Houten.

Have you ever been on meth before?

That creeping sensation when the drug seeps into your system, twisting reality at the edges. Your vision distorts, colors sharpen, and suddenly, you’re soaring through galaxies—spinning, weightless, untethered. The world bends, warps, shifts into something unnatural.

And yet, somewhere deep inside, you accept it.

That eerie, almost serene acceptance.

That was exactly how it felt now.

And as I found myself, laying in the middle of a field, the rays of the warm yet blinding sun casting a golden hue across my face, obscuring my vision for a moment. The scent of wet grass, clung to my nose, wafting up my senses, providing a vivid imagery to the world I found myself in this time.

I didn’t struggle, jump into a whirlwind of questions as I had done before, I silently accepted that I was in another dimension, maybe in the middle of the milky way, A dimension that was neither a dream nor reality. Despite the sheer absurdity, I felt that
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