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 Down the streets  he saw strange looking guy waking towards me "wait what do you want from me?" he asked him anxiously as he was scared by his demeanor and looks there was something creepy about him he was obnoxiously structured by the way he wore hos clothes it seemed as though his arms were relatively more longer than his legs, his face was entirely covered by masks only his bloody eyes could be seen by me. He looked more sickly yet his shoulders and legs were way too stronger. He looked sickly and crippled. I wanted to run away but after asking the question I froze the  whole street were looking at me it was the first time anyone ever glanced at me such a longer period of time.

Abin was also one of the people who looked at him . Abin was his long lost friend as soon as he saw him he rushed towards him. Abin tried to shake him. He was trying his best to instill sanity in him but nothing seemed to work. He clapped his cheeks, tried to rub his hands for a while. After some time Abin screamed sobbingly  "he is dead, he  died why you guys are bloody laughing".  A spotlight came flashing down on them as it was revealed that its just a live dark comedy skit and all those people who were laughing were virtually instantiating themselves into the crowd.

It was a strange place. This whole place was just consolidated into different shows of varied genres. There were glorious, highly furnished mansions for family drama, rich lifestyle vlogging and dreaded stupefing graveyards for horror shows, a jovial fun seeking group of people living in a fancy apartment in the midst of a busy street for sitcoms, an amusement park full of rides for kids show. This whole place looked like large studio with camera lights being manifested as the sun and moon.

Many people live their lives vicariously through instantiating themselves as characters in this world taking part into different adventures and worlds. Most of this people are either old or dying of a sickly disease and horrifyingly some are already dead they just decided to re-incarnate themselves into this new world just for the sake of living new life but at the what cost. Breaching their privacy and performing their acts to please others as their previous incarnation was not enough to fulfill that desire.

There were many prisoners who were deliberately sent to this world just for them to bear the torture and ordeal while they were reincarnating here.



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