White clouds, soft as cotton puffs igniting at the edges, burning paths of blue and scarlet into the sky. Above them, three suns battled for dominance. I was sucked into a room of gold. Around me towering pillars, twined with quilted leaves like exotic butterfly wings. Then the walls began to ignite like the clouds until the walls were leaping tongues of golden flame and I sat before a raging fire incased in a wall of white stones.
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