How do you start a story?

It’s a weird question, right? But it’s one that’s been troubling me. 

Do you start by showing the world? 

That can’t be right because the story does not begin with the world; the world starts with the story. Your world didn’t begin seven billion years ago; it started when you first opened your eyes. 

In the period, it took you to open your eyes and cry out into the world, an entire universe was created. Cosmos collided and ripped asunder, giving life meaning and death a purpose.

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 That was how your reality started.

But a story is reality. It doesn’t start when you open your eyes.

A story is a dream—a dream that takes you out of reality and transports you to a beautiful place you have never been before.

A place with far everlasting fields and high azure skies. A place where the deepest blue ocean turns to unforgiving black and the dark underground crevices light up with a fiery red.

This story wasn’t created with reality, this story was born inside of my dreams.

And Dreams begin when you close your eyes.

The story begins when you close your eyes.

Listen as your reality is slipping behind you.

Feel as my dream takes hold of you and pulls you into the story.