Cynda Gallagher

Leroy Moorehead

L Hurt

Ben Jam

Josh Hansen

English

In the land of Astraladia, where dreams danced on moonbeams and stars whispered ancient secrets, a humble farm boy gazed at the night sky with wide-eyed wonder. A shooting star streaked across the heavens. The boy heard a faint, ethereal voice beckoning him to follow the star.

Calm, still and silent sat the boy, dwelling not a second on the voice, nor who’s it might have been. He knew the night, and knew that nobody had spoken. The night had spoken, and he knew not to speak to the night, lest he never leave it

The voice resurfaced again as a whisper right behind him
-Descend.. down, down, down..
The last word echoing like a skipping record.

Scared but curious I descended, ignoring the words echoing louder the deeper I got, until the voice turned into screams. When I could not stand it anymore, I turned around to flee. As my head turned, a face without eyes stared into mine, close enough to feel its breath. "DOWN!"

I fell back and stumbled into darkness. I felt voices murmuring all around me, accusing me and demanding an answer. The ethereal voice returned and I screamed at the top of my lungs to drown it out. I forced myself to stand. Suddenly, a ray of piercing light shot down on me.

And behold, I saw heaven. Just for a moment, I was overwhelmed by it's indescribable and terrible majesty. And then it was gone, and I was alone in the dark. Nothing mattered anymore. For I had seen behind reality. I understood the world as an angel does, and it consumed my soul.

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