Lucidity

De: Dan R. Fowler

Narrado por: Jeff Heisler

"You know, it's funny," Mark began, his eyes scanning the horizon as the sun dipped below the skyline, casting a warm glow on the city streets, "how much of our lives we spend trying to figure out what's real and what's not."

Emma, his best friend since childhood, nodded thoughtfully. "It's like we're all just walking around in a giant game of make-believe, trying to find the hidden door to the real world."

They strolled along the familiar sidewalk, the rhythmic sound of their shoes echoing against the concrete. The evening air was cool, hinting at the promise of autumn just around the corner. Mark kicked a loose pebble, sending it skittering into the gutter.

"But what if the real world isn't out there?" He gestured vaguely. "What if it's right here, right now, and we're just too caught up in our heads to see it?"

Emma raised an eyebrow. "You've been reading philosophy again, haven't you?"

Mark chuckled. "No, I just had a weird dream last night. I was flying, you know? Above the city. And it felt so...real. Like I could reach out and touch the clouds."

Emma's smile faded. She knew Mark's dreams were anything but ordinary. They were vivid, almost tangible experiences that often left him questioning the very fabric of reality. But she didn't know the half of it.

The two friends continued their conversation, unaware that their seemingly innocent banter was about to take a dramatic turn. Unseen by them, a black sedan with tinted windows pulled up to the curb a few feet away. Two men in suits stepped out and approached, their eyes focused solely on Mark.

With a stern expression etched into his face, the taller two men stepped forward. "Mark Castellanos?"

Mark's heart skipped a beat.

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