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// Entry #26 
// Story: "Hey Twi..." 
// by Flint-Lock 
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Last night I had the strangest dream.

In the dream, I was standing in the middle of an empty field, staring up at the night sky. The air smelled of sweet, damp soil, cut grass, and wildflowers. The air was deliciously cool. 

The sky was beyond beautiful. I could see thousands, maybe millions of stars, see the faint band of light that was the galaxy. If I squinted, I could make out the faint smudges of nebulae, like splashes of paint on a cosmic canvas. 

Normally, I would have found a scene like this breath-taking, inspiring. Instead, I felt strangely uneasy. It was subtle; a prickling at the back of my neck, a jumpy feeling in my stomach. It was like, as I stared at the stars, something was staring back.

 

Weird.