I leave this earth to fly high in the sky to escape this earthly clime. I fly over mountains, through canyons of clouds; Over rivers, and across ocean and sea; I stretch myself out over the desert where waves of sand relect silver in the light of the full moon. Ahead I see sanctuary; a white tower standing like a lighthouse amongst the shaded rolling dunes, and I alight on the tower of white marble not far from a restless, green sea. The stars are bright and the sky a midnight blue. The scent of jasmine fills my nostrils. The Honeyed warmth of lamps slide their glow across the stone balcony, spreading like hot butter across the cool stone floor. I enter...
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