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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Blinding rays of moonlight pierce through windblown curtains, whilst droplets of sweat bead on a heavy forehead. Sleep becomes more elusive with every tick of the clock, as insomniac nights and broken days gnaw into a fever-worn Alice. A herbal tea sits untouched on her bedside table—she’s too feeble to muster the strength to drink it. A slight knock can be heard coming from outside her bedroom door. “Come in,” Alice answers. The oaken door creaks open, exposing a small, motherly figure. “Alice, you must drink something. Let me help you, please.” Alice nods her head and pushes herself upright. The motherly figure picks up the porcelain cup and places it to Alice's pale lips. The lukewarm liquid gingerly flows down her throat, making her eyelids feel heavy. “I'm sorry, Alice, but you must rest to heal. It's only a mixture of valerian root and some sacred herbs.” “Lay your weary head upon your pillow and dream, my child.” Alice's body sinks into the mattress as she finally drifts off. --- Awaking, she rubs her eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. Silken moss enrobes her flesh as a panorama of stars soars overhead. Jolting to her feet, she stares blankly—having no recollection of getting out of bed, let alone leaving her house. Collecting her thoughts, she decides she must find answers. With a timid nature, she walks toward a cosmic tunnel that lies ahead. Stepping through, iridescent nebulas fade in and out of view while she floats through pitch darkness. As this phase of her journey ends, she is greeted by a cloaked figure with a cluster of stars as a face. “Welcome, Alice,” the figure says. “I will be your guide through your journey. My name is Calvin.” “What's going on? Where am I?” asks Alice. “You are on an exoplanet far beyond the reach of your galaxy,” Calvin replies. “From time to time, we bring those who are lost here—to show them that their existence matters. Shall we start the process now?” “Yes, okay,” mutters Alice, “but I'm still confused.” “I will be taking you to have lunch with Ambrosia. She will have the answers you seek.” --- Walking down a surreal, glittered road lined with purple shrubs, Alice wonders what is happening. Looking up to the sky, she sees three ruby-red moons dotting the horizon. Feeling like they've been walking for days, Alice asks if they are almost at their destination. Calvin politely answers, “It's just at that cabin over by the turquoise stream—only a few more feet, my child.” Pushing the large door open, Alice sees a slug-like creature, the most fluorescent green she has ever seen, with a few wisps of hair on its head. It must be about eight feet long and six feet tall. Ambrosia opens her mouth, and the sweetest voice—like honey—pours out. “Sit, my child. Let's eat, and I will answer all the questions you have.” Alice sits on a polka-dot cushioned chair pulled up to a translucent table. Served in front of her is a buffet of her favorite foods, from succulent chicken to rich dark chocolate pudding. Ambrosia, meanwhile, has a less appealing meal of unrecognizable insects. “Eat, my child. I promise everything is to your taste.” Alice, with hesitation, starts to eat. But her curiosity and fear outweigh her appetite, and she asks why she is here. With a disgusting mouthful of alien bugs protruding from her teeth, Ambrosia answers, “My child, we could hear your lonely weeping through time and space. It breaks my heart to hear the cries of such a unique soul as yours feel no hope.” “Come, gaze through this looking glass. See multifaceted dimensions that depend on you to thrive. The universe is not linear, dear Alice. Each life intersects with the other, and if one of your incarnations hurts, it has a ripple effect on all the others. The purity of your heart keeps suns glowing and galaxies spinning.” “So, my dear child, let me release you from the negative feedback loop you have been stuck in. Follow Calvin to the rhythmic fields of rejuvenation, and when you awake from the intergalactic lullaby, all your crushing doubts will burn out like a dying star.” --- As Calvin and Alice come upon the field, a bed of pastel flower petals awaits her slumber, ready to return her to her reality, while a sapphic sun gives way to night once more. Closing her eyelids, cosmos flutter, weightlessness takes over, and within mere seconds, Alice wakes back in her own room—with her motherly figure by her side. “What happened, Alice? I couldn’t wake you. It gave me such a fright.” “I’m not sure if it was a bad reaction to the tea, a fever dream, or something else,” she says, “but I feel warmth—and at ease.” “I’ll tell you all about it when the grogginess wears off. Until then, all I can say is—life is a trip.”
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