The narrative...it's all in your head...

I could scarcely look at her....when she was in my sight, the world assumed a surreal quality as if in a dream, a sensation of walking through thin water, in that world anything was possible. Was I worthy of such a feeling? Within the question lied the answer. She was the Universe, dancing at the edge of consciousness…ever elusive, ever beckoning. Her request for the answer to the unknown question remained unfulfilled… until at last...she was gone.

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