[ WP ] You are immortal and have spent the last 1,500 years underground reading books . Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to venture out after reading the latest book in your collection .

Dreams and years and lifetimes past, marked by chapters and blotchy letters, crippled by wear and age, turned to dust to be reborn again in thy brain. Books and books and books of shelves and shelves of books, filled to the brim; never ending words playing on words, conjuring, creating, constructing with humanity's own source of magic: imagination. 
 
 I have seen worlds, built on old civilizations, and empires fall with a single plucked strand in the machinations of the spider's web. I have seen romances, tragic or heartwarming, tragic *and* heartwarming, ending in strife that strikes so sweetly I ca n't help but savor it. Eyes clenched shut because the tumbling emotions these lines evoke become too much. And I felt satisfied. Content and comfy. In this tiny hovel. My palace. My mind palace build tenaciously with tenacity on the titillating towers tethered through these old books. 
 
 But the seeds, not one but many, that were planted with each stroke of a brush or mark of a ink pen or click of a key, have flourished and stretched past the boundaries of my imagination. 
 
 Inspired and set free from my latest read, I copy the protagonist and wield my pen, a might sword to cut through these metaphorical bindings. Chains conjured by self-restraint are undone with a splash of purple. I draw from my muse, my brain, my main hub of information and inspiration. 
 
 Sliding slick and easy, the ink does n't hesitate and I draw. These images created, locked in my forever memory come to reality and I finally emerge. Line by line and I make a door. Grasp it with my nonexistent hands and finally it turns, turns, turns, turns and with a mighty push, I, like Harold, do not let myself be held back by logic. Push and exert, heavy though it's only mental, but that does n't lessen nor cheapen this achievement, rather it heightens it and almost lost in this whelming experience I finally manifest into this outside world. 
 
 In reality, or what they tell me is reality, I open my eyes from slumber and witness the *true* world. And in my hand is the catalyst to my freedom: a purple crayon - taken from the pages of Crockett Johnson's own curiosity. 
 
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 For those curious, the last book the protagonist reads is Harold and the Purple Crayon
