I'm falling through a never ending space; twisting and losing my sense of reality. Then suddenly, I hit asphalt. I look up, shocked. I glance down and hope the clothes we found will work. I see a building with an old sign faintly reading SHOES. This building is made entirely of brick, and so are most of the other buildings. At home our buildings are glass, steel, or platinum. I curiously glance at a street vendors wares, but I can't figure out what it is she's selling.
Luckily, no one is staring at me. I seem to be blending in just fine. I see a child running with what looks like floating balls in bright colors attached to strings. He lets them go, and they rise toward the sky! That's against the law of gravity, these people must be more advanced than we thought. I walk along the coast and look out at the ocean. Our ocean is much larger than theirs. I see a woman with writing on her arms. I wonder why. Maybe she's a special soldier or some sort of royalty. Or maybe she's been labeled a criminal. The writing could be warning people to stay away. I try to make out what it says but she notices me staring so I hurry off in the opposite direction. I should stay and investigate this peoples' way of life. Everyone at home will want to know about them. If I can figure out how to get home.
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