Nothing appeared in a triangle pointing downward. Mighty like a sun. Beneath it appeared a world. In that world appeared a beach. On the beach, an old man dead. In the triangle opened one eye. Triangle left these words: "This is death. Now start your journey home. You live what you've lived in these ninety years. From your last day to the first. Will you like a dream. The real people appearing in your life reappear in another form. The time you do this trip will be another. The only thing that will not change is what you sense. "
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