...she started to run, afraid of the oppression that might be following her down the path of purple.
She ran. In between the golden sheafs she saw her reflection in walls of water. Her reflection looked back...looking empty and haggard...as if stagnation had set in. The seemingly large hole in her heart grew. How could she stop this from happening. As she ran her surroundings transformed into a more colorful world. Bread-and-butterflies flew past her, the creatures looked up at her and smiled. A dream? Completely delusional, she thought.
Her run slowed to a walk as she looked up and, much to her little surprise, a rainbow staircase leading to...
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