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Dance.
As long as the music plays, echoed my mind.
"Hey,
what is this world you keep talking about? You say that
if I stay fixed in place, I'm going to be dragged from that
world to this world, or something like that. But isn't
this world meant for me? Doesn't it exist for me? So what's
the problem? Didn't you say this place really exists?"
The
Sheep Man shook his head. His shadow shook a hurricane. "Here'sdifferent.
You'renotready, notforhere. Here'stoodark, toobig. Hardtoexplain.
Likewesaid, wedon'tknowmuch. Butit'sreal, allright. Youandustalkinghere'sreality.
Butit'snottheonlyonereality. Lotsofrealities outthere. Wejustchosethisone,
because, well, wedon'tlikewar. Andwehadnothingtolose. Butyou,
youstillgotwarmth. Sohere'stoocold. Nothingtoeat. Nottheplaceforyou."
No
sooner had the Sheep Man mentioned the cold than I noticed the
temperature in the room. I burrowed my hands in my pockets,
shivering.
"Youfeelit,
don'tyou?" asked the Sheep Man. Yes, I nodded.
"Time'srunningout,"
warned the Sheep Man.
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