She sits on a giant swan. She can't see the ground. Only endless layers of pink clouds wrapped into each other infinitely. Right next to her, dear ones come flying, waving hello. She puts up her hand, waves back, a tear on her eye. The old woman snores. VR glasses on her eyes, sensors on her body, like other elderly people laying in a long line in the same dark, lit room. In the nurses headquarters, a screen keeps reminding of several urine alarms. Engaged in a game of scrabble, their decision fall on snooze, for the fourth time today.
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"Classic"
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