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The storyteller #2

As she stopped.She opened her eyes. Wide open. But unable to adjust to the over luminous environment. Again it was the same question. Where was she? But this time, it wasn't nowhere, it was definitely somewhere. There was light all around. Actually energy. Energy that she could feel. It was beautiful. Whatever it was, she didn't exactly know. But it was dynamic. Lot of activity was going on. She looked down. She was amazed to see where was she standing. It was some track. A weird track. There were many similar ones. All around her. Lots and lots of paths. Still more confusion. Earlier there wasn't any and now there are too many. Where to go. Some things were moving across those paths. But what were they? Big giant structures were visible at some distance. Should she speak something? She chose to remain silent. She observed. It was better than blankness. But it wasn't something solid on which those tracks were laid out. Everything was floating in a fluid. Everything embedded.A little more closeness was required. But the paths weren't too good to walk. Still she tried walking. But it was all too wobbly. She paused and looked around. Something was coming towards her..."Hello Madam! Greetings of the day! Welcome to The City of Cell! How can I help you?" asked a weird looking, someone. 'The City of Cell', she thought, awestruck. Finally she was where she wanted to be. A world she wanted to explore. She kept silent for some time to admire the beauty of where she was now.


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