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On my left hand is my phone, and on my right hand is a brush. A trade painter’s type of brush you get at the hardware store, the widest I can buy. It still has the blue paint and it’s now dripping on the green grass.

I’m surrounded by a forest. The trees are not as dense and the ground is flat. I can see the sky if I look up.

“Two suns.” Not the one I was used to.

It looks like im hallucinating. I’m not hungry or thirsty, so I probably got bitten by a bug.

I probably got bitten by the bug on the way here, the path that goes by the creek.

I really should’ve just not done anything today.

I started moving, my legs are getting too stiff.

Now, if the rules are still the same, then I should walk downhill and look for a stream to find someone who lives here.

I traced the path of where I think I came from.

The creek is still here. Does that mean the topography stayed the same? What else stayed the same?

A gentle breeze comes by and sways the trees. I concentrate on the cool temperature and the ambient sound. I slow down my pace.