Wanderers Of the Night
- Get up, Vic, please, can you.
How long had he not dreamed, probably since childhood. How long have such bizarre pictures surprisingly similar to reality flashed before our eyes. The palms felt the hard grass digging into the skin, but there was no pain. Multi-colored spots blurred before my eyes, played with all the shades of the rainbow, concentrated in a single drop of moisture sliding along the bright green leaf of the plant. For a very long moment, the drop stopped, froze at the very edge and, flashing silver in parting, fell down. It broke off to break, to break into a thousand unknown entities that scattered like dust in the air.
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