ground.
it was flying now. it looked around. it looked down. it looked around. it looked down. it looked around. it looked down. this place was freedom. this place was not trapped. this place felt right. this new world gave that thing a new feeling. now that it was free from the bonds of the past and the present and the future. it was close to itself, not to times.
then that thing looked down and saw its old familiar home. it wondered whether it should go back. it knew that it did not want to. but everything was vague here. as much as there was freedom, there was the unknown. it 