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During the interim of the show, a parasite shot up my nose. I was killing it in my role as the story's murderer. Towards the end where I would start to mentally pull away from character, something clicked like a trigger- my real self dying to a solid act. A sliver of chill at who I became.

A planet sat on the fringe of outer space, dying. Just as it had come to accept its fate, the planet next to it inched closer and closer. It ate pieces of the dying star, shinning brighter than it's ever been.

The sonic screech echoed throughout the stone walls, peppering my skin with goosebumps. My heart hammered in my heavy chest. How much was an adventure truly worth? I swallowed and stepped forward, my answer in the shadows behind me. I wasn't sure if the monster or my answer scared me more.

"Aren't you tired of dreaming?" The girl rubbed her strained eyes. The horse in the computer screen pic spoke again, "Well?" The thoroughbred galloped into a digital ether and glanced back. She tapped the screen,her flesh transforming into binary code, and she left behind her lonely world.