In the swift gyration of orbs, the urgent release of emotion, a body burdened with a weight akin to steel—such was the fleeting second within the realm of dreams.
The grayscale abruptly metamorphosed into a spectrum of colors, sounds proclaimed from the mouth, a heart swiftly ascending—marks the moment of awakening from the dream.
Am I truly myself? Could I be you?
Is the inhabitant of this colorful realm the same as the one in that world painted in shades of grey?
You've transformed into me; your influence courses through me.
I perpetuate your essence; I have become an extension of you.
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