“And…if I stay?” She let her eyes longingly play over the cool waters, the lush trees, the clear air above.

“Then…you will be lost to the fantasy,” the figure said sadly. “Completely cut off forever from the real world, having chosen this inner life deep in the self instead. One day death will come to your real body, and this place will be snuffed out like a candle, but until that time…”

It trailed off.

“Until that time, I might be happy.”

“But it would not be real. And you would have to deal with that maddening knowledge even amidst your utopia.

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