The mindscape is a harsh enviroment

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As Lion One got buried deep within the ground, formed the the sedimentation of his weeping, Lion Two went on and lived. He saw how the days went by, hungrily waiting for miracle or death. The fake sun circled by and the Lion kept dividng and dying until he became a sliver of his former self

Lions Two stared at the other and they thought they saw eachother. They saw wild colors and they saw their dead friend. Lions Three was happy. Lion One woke up and he regained his vision. He saw the dead carcass of his friend, realising he wouldn't come back. Lion One made Lions Two again.

The sun whipping was enough to wake Lions Two from their slumber. They stretched and looked around. They saw ashes all around. Their hubris had burn the entirety of the wheat field. Lions Two stared into the sun for so long that they lost their vision. But their mind wasn't ready for this.

Lions Two prepared a bonfire. The dead lion could still see and feel. It felt how Lions Two burnt him, cut him, and chewed him. Lions Two fell asleep unsatisfied with eating the incredibly bare-bones carcass and dreamed of their fallen friends. He might have been sent with them.

Lions Three saw a huge wheat of field. It was yellow and juicy and frankly, it had to taste better than the air they had been swallowing every single second. As one of them jumped down from the hill, his slopinness caused him to break his neck on a rock. Tigers two celebrated, for they could feast.

wandering through the rolling hills, the grass felt as though it was trying to pull them in. They walked in a rather disgraceful manner for being a tiger. After rolling over one of the more steep hills they saw what they thought at first was a mirage. Lions three felt saved and grateful.

The hillscape they found themselves in was a grassland, with each blade of grass as long as a person. But there were no people around, Lions Three insisted to themselves. Nothing to feed on. The struggle for survival is unrelentless and unforgiving of mistakes. They wandered in search for anything.

Lions Three were in a desolate hillscape. The sun was bright and whipping at Them, although it had just risen. It had been weeks since Lions Three had seen any food. The Lions Three were famelic at naked eye, clearly having not seen any bite in weeks. In fact, there used to be more lions around.

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I have been trapped for years now in the body of this psycopath. He has grown since he absorbed my power and towers over even his servants, which i soon came to discover were also enormous for humans. When i woke up, what i saw through his eyes horrified me.

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And they grabbed one another and gripped eachother's waists and began dancing to the music that sounded from the sky.
For what it all was worth, they ignored all the pain that brought them together.
They flowed like noble swans to the rythm of the music of the silence.