“Excuse me? I said EXCUSE ME! Are you paying attention? Is anyone there?”

“I guess you should stop interrupting a man’s sleep”

“Is he sleeping?” asked a puzzled voice as a response to whoever tried to interrupt the act of waking up a man from his dream world.

“I think so?” Answered without assurance while also seemingly puzzled as if the interruption before was a blatant lie.

“So how could a man sleep in such an environment without any sudden hints?” the voice then proceeded to ask another question without giving time for an answer from the voice who interrupted: "And why did he sleep here from all the places he could’ve slept in?“

“Welcome to the true men’s world, I guess.” Answered the voice who interrupted without giving the questions and the strangeness from the guy who’s sleeping strangely a thought ending everything with a shrug.

“Does men have their own world?”

“Everyone has his own world in them it’s not just men.”

“So you can simply say fantasies?”

“Fantasies… hm… I can’t say fantasies because they sound too immature and incomplete.”

The voice that asked several questions thought deeply about the answers that were provided after an unknown amount of time whether it was long or short it voiced a comprehension: I see. Fantasies come without notice. But worlds come to a significance by the cause and effect concept!

“I can’t say yes or no. I am sadly not knowledgeable enough our ideas currently have no basis to speak of. It’s only our comprehension of our world.” he then concluded: “Also a reflection of our progress towards the meaning.”

"Couldn't you elaborate? I think you're making it hard for me to follow your train of—"

Aside from all of that, another new voice interrupted the previous two voices.

“So who are we?”

The two previous voices looked at each other in awkwardness then one of them hinted to the other with collaboration and spoke: “We’re…

“Yes, we’re.. umm..”

They looked at each other again hoping to find enlightenment from looking at each other.

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“Passing by passengers?”

The man who was sleeping voiced his answer while rubbing his right eye with his fingers while putting the opposite of his palm on his left cheek.

“Yes that’s it”

“Yeah! It is it!”

After being frozen for a few seconds the two previous voices agreed with new enlightenment!

And after giving it a second thought the first voice sounded his own doubts but couldn’t explain why.

“Yes, I can see that we’re passer byers but something in my mind tells me that’s something off with your answer if feels…

Then got interrupted again: Kinda lacking in some aspect…?“

He then completed and voiced what they thought of the sudden answer by the guy who has been sleeping until a few seconds ago.

“This time will be your last..”

A sudden ringtone ended the cycle of interruption that seemed to go on forever and reverberated throughout the space.

The ringtone has a hit of enthusiasm and a promise that lies deep within the one who sang it.

The special about this ringtone was that everyone got to experience it themselves it didn’t sound the same to all the people who’ve heard it. All the voices heard another word or sound or a whole another meaning and feeling.

It was a bell more like a ringtone to the guy who was just sleeping. He stood up and walked to the door that lead to the exit into the corridor.

Putting both of his hands into his pockets subconsciously. Walking through the masses.

Some of them were talking to each other. Some of them were reading newspapers while they were in a variety of positions. Some of them holding one of their legs into the wall. While the others were sharing the same newspaper and the others sitting on a bench while looking at the sky dazed.

Smoking in the alleys. Laughing and chit-chatting. Contemplating the news and the several things they just read. Engaging in heated discussions about an unknown topic. Feeding the birds. Looking at some posters that said a lot of things. An ordinary corridor that seemed like a bustling street. Where everything ordinary happened.

'This feels strange' A thought flashed through his mind when he saw the bustling of the masses.

He looked around, left to right, and right to left, then he looked at the skies. He narrowed his eyes as if he was trying to grasp something that was within the tip of his tongue but could not put it into words.

Suddenly his eyes widened. The world turned upside down for a moment. it turned wobbly and wavery.

he touched his own head trying to feel the pain that should come. But no piercing pain has affected him to his own surprise.

He put his hands that were touching his own head and looked at it. He tried to feel his hand by grasping into the form of a fist and unfolding it.

He blocked his ears with his own hands. While walking into the “ordinary” corridor with his both eyes shut.

Until he suddenly stopped and then released his hands from his ears and opened his eyes gently.

The view changed into a thing that could be someone's worst nightmare.

In front of him was a pavilion, it was dark blue in color but it didn’t give the feeling that it was filled with gloom but the exact opposite. It was contradictory and out of shape.

In the middle of it was a seat. It looked like a throne more than a “seat” but it was strangely a seat.

He stepped into the pavilion with bold steps as if he was sure of success.

PZZZZZZZZZING!

WOOOSH~

Myriad colors moved past him suddenly! He saw himself in the middle of the universe or what could be called a “universe”. He saw a lot of objects flying past him. The world was going so fast than what his eye could perceive. he felt dizzy at first and tried to familiarize himself with the sudden change of things.

And before he gets accustomed to the scenery another view has presented itself in front of him.

This time he saw five colors in a shape of a ball from a bird’s view. The colors were Golden-white, Deep Purple, Dark blue, Green, and red respectively.

It felt as if he was looking at a lively world filled with endless possibilities with myriad wonders.

But the feeling diminished when he saw the ominous silent raging black fire and the winds who are looming in between.

It was a chaotic scene mixed with wonders and danger.

His body suddenly started to flash and blink.

It was flashing, blinking, vanishing, and appearing.

Now he started to blink in a more hasty way. Looking like a detonating bomb.

Then he vanished.