evening approaches in the window while the other side of the room and collapsing universes are born with the will of his hands, then suspect the nature of reality and the world on the other side of the door, convinced of the imagination to its limits with the parallel plane in which the two live: you can not stop time but slow it down, but can not flee to hide in the small shelter there again when their eyes meet, the moment when the singularity of their loneliness bursts into a new cosmos ever .
The sun goes down the window and they pretend to be gods creating worlds in the image of his desire ...
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