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It was a consequence, or luck perhaps, whatever it was it was a miracle that -beep- managed to appear in the circus, without a single soul inhabiting the tent.
There was a pop in the air before he splattered to the ground.
“Huh? Where am I?” The place looked unreal, like entering a child’s video game. The sky was encased in floating balls, building blocks, it was too much to understand.
But that was not the most terrifying thought, no when -beep- in a frenzy patted himself with his hands he felt as if his skin was made of gummibears, and in looking down his hands; one green one yellow, round and just not real.
“What is this-” The panic started to take in.
He wanted to scream for help for anyone but instead he hid, biding his time. Kept it up for a very long time, eventually he learned of abstraction, and eventually he felt himself go into insanity, was abstraction better than going into insanity, or was insanity the escape from abstraction. Eventually he did not even remember the answer to his own question.