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A First-Person Lynchian Mystery

Pitch black.

A rush of wind? A quick breath? A crashing wave?

Pitch black.

You can’t see anything. You turn and turn...and nothing. 

Pitch black.

You say “What’s going on?” Then you hear a voice in the distance. “What’s going on?”

Is that your voice? 

You see a small speck of light. You walk toward it. Footsteps appear in black sand, the grains illuminating like tiny stars. That small speck of light grows. God rays pour through a tiny hole. You touch it. It starts to rip. You begin to tear the blackness like wallpaper off the sky. It tears off all around you until you are surrounded by white light. Then blink, it is dark for only a second and...

You open your eyes.

Are you waking up? Or are you starting to dream?