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I don't know how long it has been since I last
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logged my progress into the console. Time has taken
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quite a subjective turn.
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I started experimenting with my physical reality,
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or what I though was my physical reality. By now,
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it's clear to me; I live in some sort of a simulation.
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I tried lifting different size of rock, and realized
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I could move all of them. I then started to play with sand.
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I was able to dig very deep very quickly.
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Testing the speed at which I could run, there was no limit
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and soon came back to the console. Did I run all around
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the planet? I was also able to affect time, light and
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darkness and the wind.
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I am able to move sand and rock with the wind,
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or maybe simply with my mind? I made a vortex
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of sand but I lost control and got stuck in there.
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While in the sand I lost conciousness and came back
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to my dreams of light. I had more control this time.
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I was able to maintain some sort of conversation
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with one of the voice.
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Deema, she called herself and told me about the
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flying creature on this planet. I should somehow make
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contact with them?
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I woke up completely burried in sand. A moment
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of panic, I realized I didn't need to breath either.
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I remembered what got me here and started to
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try my new-found powers.
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I moved the sand around me. Soon I was floating
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in the middle of the sand. I moved in one direction
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as the sand and rocks rotated around me, making space
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for me.
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The whole planet is made of sand and rocks.
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Everything seems to respond to my will.
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I was able to move dunes and reshape the whole
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planet. Floating around, I could see how small
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the planet was. There was nothing around, no star
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and the sun seemed more like the projection of light...
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The console, and these flying creatures
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seems to be outside the realm of my control.
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The creatures looks like a mix between a sting ray
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and a large leaf. Although I was afraid of them
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at first, now they seems lost, waiting for something.
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I can control everything but I still have no idea
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what is happening to me. I feel like the consol
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is my only way out.
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0Yume963 - Deema /Yume963/day5.txt
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0Yume963 - Dome /Yume963/day4.txt
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0Yume963 - The 2 suns /Yume963/day3.txt
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0Yume963 - Day 2 /Yume963/day2.txt
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