A World Apart

In a park I often frequented, a woman suddenly materialized in front of me. I knew I should have been scared, but, surprisingly, I was more intrigued than frightened by what I witnessed. I still remember what she said: “I am aware that I exist in a world separate from everyone else, and that is why we never cross paths, except this time.” We exchanged warm farewells as she slowly faded away. 

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