Farfetched
I step out and see a world changed. Metal sentients and floating crafts. Where is the world I remembered. Where are the people? I am barged by a robotic trash can.
“Look where you’re going mate.” It said.
I walk but am taken off my feet. No longer a pavement but a conveyor belt. I stumble and I fall. This world was not worth the wait, it did not wait for me.
I turn back at the prison I had just left but it sinks into the ground and is forever gone.
There is no comfort.
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