...a vision of....

A person in his fifties lay on his deathbed surrounded by friends and relatives. Yes, you would have seen him only that, but the boy could see the school principal dying.

"Well, what do I see? This doesn't look like an illusion," said the boy, so confused that he saw death on top of the principal and knew that he was really going to die in his room on that soft mattress among his loved ones and on the shelf to the right of the room ten prizes for ten types of research for several students and he owns two of The awards, or rather he had two awards, in addition to three letters of thanks from international universities. The shelf was large, and this is what was in his introduction, but on the inside, it was more than that.

"Then the director is going to die, what will his soul be like? Most of the people standing here are gray. Well, it doesn't matter... Wait a minute, I'm not interested in his death. Isn't he the one who helped me, am I so ungrateful? Anyway, I'm lost in this world." It seems that this vision and this ability made me numb." Meanwhile, death reached out his hand and slowly snatched the director's soul as it broke like worn ropes and dragged it and threw it into this space A light burning smell with gray color of his soul was not of great effect on the green road The boy did not care much And he began to look at the vast space and move and see if he could return to that hospital, but the attempts failed. Death is the only one who cuts through space and he cannot do anything, but movement within certain limits in this space, "as if it is a prison without walls or it is a prison as wide as the universe, but how is that? There is someone who feels that the breadth of the horizon is a disturbing boundary. It doesn't matter where my thoughts go?! The last thing I heard was that I only have a few seconds left, but I shouldn't Be dead now, is it possible that they saved my life...No, if they did, I would come back to life, then I'm still on the verge of death, just as I'm not alive, so maybe I'm here....so, doesn't anyone tell me what's going on? In the midst of that lonely void, there is no echo even as an answer, only that terrifying expanse.

After death finished putting the manager's soul on the unknown path that did not change much, his soul was miserable. This is what surprised the boy. This person is the greatest beneficiary, and he is not a bad person, so why was he not happy?? The boy moved towards death before sending the soul beyond that blackness and rose to touch that soul to know the cause of the misery, although he is a relatively good person..... But there was a feeling of joy for that misery and this is what will make the story change.

In the meantime, a ghost appeared in front of death, so death wiped the face of that spectrum, "Maybe this is a lost person like me in this space" Think about this quickly, and touching the director's soul is no longer an important matter, but the important thing now is to know what this spectrum is?.....

The boy headed towards the spectrum and wanted to speak but could not. There is no sound in this space, only a high level of vision, and when the boy touched the spectrum, the spectrum alerted the presence of the boy and communication became possible between them, so the spectrum asked: What is this place and are you an angel?

It's a lost place between life and death, and I'm just a lost boy in this space.

- Why are we here? What is that unknown path? (The Spectrum said wondering)

- I don't know, but the most important thing is, tell me: What was the last thing you did or remember?

- I saw the sky while I watered, and then I found myself here.

Well, then this spectrum is on the brink of death as well. If what I think is true, maybe..... He thought and then said, Were you trying to commit suicide?

- Yes, I was, and I was happy when I saw you. I thought you were one of the angels, but I was disappointed.

That's what I'm missing from "scum". He thought to himself and then said: Look at that blackness, do you see it?

What do you mean by blackness? I don't see anything. It's just stars and an ordinary sky.

- Do you not see that it swallows souls and precedes the expansion of space?

- what do you say? Are you... He didn't finish what he wanted to say, but that was a silent cry on the face of "The face of death must have seen it." The boy thought about that and moved away from the spectrum in a hurry, so death caught the ghost and turned it into a soul, so black rays came out and united with the unknown path and became The road was round and round, and death threw the spirit of the ghost into the moving circle, and that spirit stranded in slow motion toward that blackness.

"Shit, it was just scum. If I touched the director's soul, that would be better." And the boy began listening to the director's lament from those who were present there, perhaps forgetting that scum.

"...I'm sure his son is waiting for him in heaven. He sacrificed his deeds and fortunes for the sake of the orphans. We lost a good person..." - said one of the people - "So he did it to relieve his grief, not the kindness of his heart. What can I say? Why am I thinking like that? How am I going to get out of here? That's what's important for me to focus on."

The boy tried hard to gather his thoughts and focus, perhaps his mind could no longer bear what was happening, "Well, the next situation is, first, I may die, this is the work of this being in the end. Second, I have stayed here for a period that no one knows the end of. This is what terrifies me the most, despite the strength of sight and the beauty of the universe My mind can't handle this anymore. I wish this was a dream and I wake up and forget everything or why not one of my adventures in the fantasy world. Yes, it is. If I'm not in the fantasy world, I can go to it now. Yes, that's what I'll do I hope he calms himself or eases this loneliness that is expanding with the universe that is getting dark.

The boy is now in a fantasy world.

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- An unknown person wakes up after an airship crashes in a strange forest -

"These trees look beautiful. If not for their density, I would surely be dead." The trees were as tall as the feathers in density, and the threads of the sun's rays that penetrated them made the sight of the bright colors of the herbaceous plants more beautiful and those colorful birds that sang as if they were playing the most beautiful tunes. That only blackbird in that beautiful nest is undoubtedly the bald ibis, one of the rarest. And that small animal with thick fur, white belly, and brown back, could be a "flying squirrel." Wow, that is a green and red quetzal, but how do these birds gather in this forest? This is completely contrary to what I learned in university studies about the environments of animals and what these are Strange lights coming out of these trees? Many questions and no answer, the explorer decided to continue his journey in search of one of his companions or the inhabitants of this forest, and after he advanced and walked for a long time, he returned to the same point from which he started, where the Ibis of Al-Aqra lived, and after he was besieged by fatigue, and exhausted by hunger and thirst, where he found nothing edible. Not even a pool of water. He lay on the trunk of an evergreen conical pine tree, struggling with death in those miserable moments after he was full of activity and happy when he saw the diversity of life and unresolved questions "It seems that I will die in this beautiful place, but how did I not find a pond or fruit? This is very strange. This forest is unlike any other." As he stared at the sunset sky, he heard a voice, "Why are you here, human?" He replied with difficulty, "I fell here. Will you help me with some water, I'm dying of thirst?" He heard the reply, "Okay, okay, I'll give you water, but in return, you will become my slave." The voice was different from the previous one, more powerful and terrifying. The explorer said, "Who are you, that I should be your slave?" He heard a voice full of pride and pride, "I am the king of this forest." The explorer replied despising, "What if you are a king, oh this, that I am a slave to someone who gives too much water. This is madness" - what cursed tribe lives here, the explorer thought, and the response was blatant, and a human-like being appeared before him. Butterfly madness in his hand is a golden scepter that flies with pride "I am the king of the jinn, you weak human being. As for this is my forest and I protect it, we do not welcome humans. Either I kill you or I leave you here for an unknown time or that ......…

Long live.... Yes, you can live, boy. Do not surrender to death. I am the king of the jinn. I encourage you. Do not despair. Even if you are in the world of death, choose to live as long as you are. You must live...

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With a deep inhale the boy rushed out from the middle of the imagination in a state of panic as a diver emerges from the water "I can't escape!! I can't fuck. This is terrifying I'm really afraid. For the first time in a long time since everyone died, I'm the one who stayed alive I didn't I wanted life, I should have died with them. Why can't I help but cling to life? Do I really deserve life? Why does no one answer?! (In the midst of a whirlpool of panic and panic around him, an endless expanse, followed by unknown darkness, all this with the presence of death next to the boy, that scream was without a sound, there is no sound in that space, it is just a lost world between life and death.

"If I stay here, either I find a way to die or go mad, and all this because I want life" (This is the case of humans, it is not alive without freedom, but what is freedom?)

Is the life I want worth all this Everyone died and I was left alone lost Yes I did not starve nor thirsty I did not feel the cold But I was alone My family died and I am the one who survived I did not want this I wish I had died with them Life is cursed unjustly is not equal This life. ........ what am I to say. Imagination seems to have only made it worse. It brought me pictures of the past and I wanted to escape from the present. This is pathetic, looks like I'm really going crazy Well I have nothing to lose I'll try to touch death, something might happen that changes this damned reality... Calm down, calm down, calm down. Alright now," He wanted to move to catch death Death moved across space to a new place and the boy couldn't touch Death cannot be touched. There is no contact with his body. As for scanning the eyes, it was an X-ray scan

Until they all entered the eye, "the world was and is as it was" (this conclusion was what would write the future).