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  How do you start a story?

  It’s a weird question, right? But it’s one that’s been troubling me.

  Do you start by showing the world?

  That can’t be right because the story does not begin with the world; the world starts with the story. Your world didn’t begin seven billion years ago; it started when you first opened your eyes.

  In the period it took you to open your eyes and cry out into the world, an entire universe was created. Cosmos collided and ripped asunder, giving life meaning and death a purpose.

  The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.

  That was how your world began.

  But this isn’t your world; it's mine. This is a world made from my dreams.

  Dreams are worlds that take you away and transport you to a beautiful place you’ve never seen before.

  A place with far everlasting fields and high azure skies. Where the deepest ocean blue becomes an unforgiving black abyss, and the dark underground crevices light up with a fiery red.

  A place where fields of green turn into mud from the marches of war. And the hearts inside beat to the rhythm of hope.

  That is my dream,m and dreams begin when you close your eyes.

  So close your eyes and listen.

  Listen as your reality is slipping behind you.

  Feel as my dream takes hold of you and pulls you into the story.

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