A corridor beckons, with a glimmer of light, a speck at the end.
You begin to tread its length, the light becomes brighter, stronger. When you are close enough to shield your eyes from the stark glare, a shadow emerges and slams a door leaving you trapped in darkness. Alone. Blind. Groping to find a new path.
A thief is stealing dreams.
You muster every morsel of fortitude to find your way back. You wonder how the robber sneaked in. Why the robber stole your dream.
With your thin grasp of resilience you think, plan a new dream, a new path. And you hope, this time, the thief be kept away.
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