In between steps there is a mat with magic powers. You step on it and tesselate to another dimension. Yesterday, I found myself at the shore of a distant memory where my sister Tiffany made me a dress of jewels from the glass on the beach of her persuasion. Once I put on the dress, I found myself before the archives of mesidian rock. Inside the front door was a ramp. My first step brings me into the blue silo of ocean's blues. Around and around I walked until the stairs opened up into the helix of now and my dress, a memory of blue.
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