He sat down in the lush red field, gazing out into the landscape. It was like nothing he had created before. The world sparked with bright colours, each brighter than the last. Sighing, he looks behind into the past. What was once a dark, gloomy waste had became something beautiful. Something alive. But then, his mind drifted away. Away, back into the real world. All the colours gone. The only thing here was the monochromatic nothing that he no longer wanted to call home.

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