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Floating Sea
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This wasn’t fruit punch. It tasted like sour watered down lemonade, without even a hint of sweetness to wash it down. You wanted to spit it out, but felt compelled to chug the remainder of the beverage.
As you swallow the last drops of liquid, your eyes start to itch. You put the flask down and start to rub them, but when they open again...
It was... Bright. Almost too bright, your eyes shut again instinctively. You force them open, looking forward again. It’s still too much, but you’re able to just barely squint and try to see. After a few seconds, your nearly closed eyes open wide, taking it all in.
For the first time in your life you understood that you'd been living in the dark. The greyscale life that you once saw color in, filled with hues you’d never before seen. The black and white which gave way to reds, blues, yellows, and so much more.
Roger: "It's... Is this real?"
Franklin: "...?"
You turn to Franklin, staring at him. His shirt was... green. You knew that, but only now could you really see it.
You laugh, it was all so clear. How had you not seen it before? You had known that these walls were red, but only now did you understand what that meant. The dull rusted metal, a color that spoke to you of the passage of time. It was incredible. You wonder if this feeling is anything like when a child first gets glasses.
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