“Don’t bury your head in the sand.” urged the voice.
“Follow your heart, feel the wind race through your hair. I urge you to feel the exhilaration of it all, and create your own special memory. Shout about your experience – from the rooftops if need be! Just don’t miss the point.”
I started to feel the power surging throughout my body… first through my veins, then my muscles, then my skin and hair. The hunger I felt for this feeling was almost insatiable. What form of madness was this?
With my new and boundless energy I unfurled my wings and soared into the sky – brooding, grey and with spots of rain. None of that mattered however.
Above the clouds, I floated in a relaxing silence.
The only sound I could hear was that of my hastily beating heart.
Yes.
I was exhilarated. Of that, there was no denying.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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