Imagine: A Surreal-Relatable Hell

Imagine a place where imagination becomes the forgotten sin, for the view leaves nothing to be imagined. A place where all things edible and lovely sprout wings and fly away. Yet the madman stays, feasting on amber and anguish seasoned with his own delusions—Day in, day out.

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The Ephemeral Nature of Perception