Restore Harmony
If I try to articulate my dreams, I may invite them into existence. But I don’t know if my dreams even belong to me. I dreamt that I had to remove my own heart and place it in a safe box before entering a celestial detector, which was capable of registering hearts and sounding the alarm. Before taking out my own heart to pass through, I had to replace the crater in my chest with something unknown. A foreign substance. For the time being. It was part of a game the whole world was playing. The multitude of hearts lined up on a conveyor belt had colourful auras that determined their specific powers. I knew my heart would restore itself if I returned. I was sitting along the edge of a sandstone cliff with my twin. We were not the same person, but we both had the same memories. Were we thinking different thoughts at the same time? We came from a dangerous land where the trees and flowers burn. We both agreed to keep all our unborn children safe from the world by not bringing them into it.