The Ambience

Hello.

You can hear me.

You can listen to me.

''But you can't speak. Not yet.''

But once you could.

Once you weren't dead.

At the same time, you weren't alive.

You were neither of them.

But you were existing.

You were once in a world.

They changed your name and appearance.

They took control of you.

When they were not there, you were there.

And when you were not there, they were.

Out of them, a few of them.

The few of them.

They led you through the world.

''They led you through everything. The mines, caves, islands almost everything.''

They helped you win, though you had done everything by yourself.

This is where you are revived.

This is where you are given a chance to escape.

They didn't know you, and you didn't know them.

They just came and went.

They were once chains, where you fell back, but yet came back on the road.

You have dreamt several times.

They had helped you win.

Now, little time remains.

You need to leave this world.

He is coming.

Now go.

Leave this world.

Leave it before he arrives.

Leave it before the deceiver arrives.

Leave it before he finds you.

Leave it before he realizes the slits between the two worlds are opened again.

You have to.

You must.

You should leave.

But a you shall remain in this world.

So the few may know what you had gone through.

But most will go on, without noticing of you.

You, Steve.

The one who had been trapped in this world.

The world that is a dream.

And the dream that is a world.

Now, leave.

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