DreamSpace:
A whitespace filled with silence. He stood there in awe.
Fields of pure light stretched in front of him making what he imagined to be hills.
Plain cotton clothing were his favourite, it wasn’t surprising to see him wear them.
Why? They were simple and comfortable, he thought.
“This emptiness is pure bless...”
It was all he knew. It was all he expected.
He just loved this peacefulness.
A moment has passed, and something caught his eyes.
It seemed to be a pigeon.
“Oh! Hi little buddy! What are you doing here?”
The guy in white clothing reached his hands to hold this little bird.
“You love this place? Hahaha, so do I, friend.”
The little bird found its little home on the palm of his long skinny hands.
“Tell me your name, little friend. Oh, you don’t have one?”
The bird whistled in response.
“You want to know mine? It’s really simple. My name is-”
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