I have lived in a world where dusk and dawn are rarities, only once have I seen a curious midday sun in a world below the world.
I have seen a city grow and evolve around me, sometimes changing from night to night and even moment to moment.
I have wandered the damp moon lit streets and have always known my way.

I see and speak with many people whom I have never met but feel like I’ve always known them.
Around me the architecture clashes like many ages all poured from time, melting into something very real and comforting.
I see islands and spires, roads and valleys, buildings from this world combined into one.

I have seen people die and it bothers me little.

I have soared high above, my thoughts carrying me freely.
I see trains and aerial craft, wooden bridges and highways.
Creatures with a touch of human and humans with a touch of creature.

I see childhood paths and every place I’ve ever lived.

I have passed through solid objects.
I move and destroy things with a single thought.
I pull the ocean higher and accelerate the growth of plants.
I see myself as I have never been, other “me”s of elsewhere.
I have been cut, stabbed, shot, enveloped, burned, blasted, and even impacted the ground at terminal velocity.
But never once have I felt pain.

I breath this world and remember it just as clearly as I know the chained reality.

I visit shops, read books, stay in hotels and sail on boats that also do not exist anywhere else.
I’ve run faster than cars and followed the freeways to their end.
Passed though forests, and rivers, diners and camps.

And if I keep going I will come to a rise.

A gently curving hill that travels up along a cobbled path.
At the summit I turn and can see my world in a hollow.

Beyond, baked earth. Cracked, lifeless, untouched.
I saw nothing more than a few dead trees, bones of mammoth sized sea creatures and secular hills of shining salts.
From here unto the edge of forever is a land so vast and empty that the boundary between the earth and the sky becomes lost.