And maybe we are just ghosts. I can't really remember. It seems like there's a world above this that we can't quite get to. A world composed of vivid colors, blues and grays and yellows and greens. A world beyond the red static.

Occasionally I catch glimpses of it, on the other side of a bridge. The bridge is red. The bridge has blue eyes.
                But there's something else beyond it.

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