I was walking down the forest trail, forgetting where I had puked a few miles back. The trees and grass felt comfortable, the smell of freshness lingered in every dew of the rising morning sun.
As I walked, I realized that from my eyes, and the brain behind it, very simply, the world appeared like a small room. Where the walls stretched infinitely, the sky had a glowing sunny existence that shed light to end the night, and then went away, for the darkness to return. All in balance, so that the path I walked upon, stayed neither too hot nor too cold.
Before long, I saw the revolving castle in the sky, it was magnificent. Symbolic in its glory, and massive to the understanding, yet distant and small to all who couldn't approach it. From there, I saw an army of dragons flying towards me, and their leader, a huge and very strong dragon in the shape of a human, flew down to me.
