Awakening from the Abyss
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Awakening from the Abyss

Emerging from the cocoon of nothingness, you find yourself in a world reborn. The familiar paths you once treaded, the words you once spoke, all seem distant, as if veiled by a deep slumber. It’s as though you’ve been walking through a dream, a mirage that felt so real yet remained just out of grasp.

A jolt, a shock, a spark is needed to shatter the illusion, to break the chains that bind you to this dream. It’s the first touch of life, a gentle nudge that stirs your senses, emboldening them, breathing life into them. It’s a force, a pull, a call that draws you out from the abyss, from the depths of the dream, back into the realm of the living.

Feel the gentle morning, the soft whisper of the dawn as it breaks, casting away the shadows of the night. The caress of the misty daybreak, a tender touch that sends a shiver down your spine, awakening your soul. It’s a new day, a new beginning, a chance to start afresh.

As the sun rises, painting the sky with hues of hope, you realize that you’ve awakened, not just from a deep sleep, but from a state of existence that was holding you back. You’ve emerged stronger, wiser, ready to embrace the world in its entirety. You’ve outgrown the dream, and in doing so, you’ve found yourself. This is your awakening. This is your emergence. This is your rebirth. Welcome to the world, anew.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer

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