i awoke one morning and walked out of a steel cylinder to a world that at first glance was similar to my own, but it was not. exploration revealed this world to be different in small details previously unnoticed. the vermilion hills greeted me like a lover’s arms, but the wood of a fence post was of a kind I had not seen.
there were people but we could not communicate. the animals were odd too. there were cows but they had humps. there were owls but they burrowed. and the road was covered with unfamiliar tracks. even the night sky was different.
so i looked up and marveled at the beauty of it, and that i too would soon be different from living in this different world.