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i fall into the cool refreshing ice blue water,
im submerged in the deepest depths of the great ocean, still I breath, I glide through the water like a swift harpoon, my arms turn to wings and I blast out of the abyss in rocket like fashion, I dive side by side with the falcons and soar with the great eagles , weightless I levitate down towards the forest below, I leak through the canopy and calmly lower myself into the dense brush on the surface, I fall on all fours and prowl the land like a starving beast, My legs are like cannons when I burst after my prey, my prey is not food, my prey is adrenaline, speed, faster and faster, I shoot out of the forest like a speeding bullet, into to the savannah I slow and rest, I nap like the kings in the soft swaying grass, The grass is reminiscent of the ocean as it creates rolling waves across the horizon, I fall into a trance, when I regain consciousness, I find myself amongst the coyote, atop a mountain like desert we stroll smoothly through the dust, we rule the land, as we travel higher and higher, the dust gives way and more solid rock formations appear below, I am alone again, my feet have begun to bleed as I rush to the peak of the mountain, they start to resemble the work of a butcher, yet I feel no pain, I travel farther and farther to reach the pinnacle of my journey, nothing must stand in my path, My fate awaits me, covered in rich crimson blood I notice my feet start to morph, as I get closer to the top, they begin to heal themselves, I finally reach my destination, my eyes are closed amid my arrival, I want to hold keep the surprise as long as possible, then I opened them, and then, there was...........
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