One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.
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Losing your way between dreaming and waking, the bright days you once knew so well fade into nothing but a memory. The colours fade, the edges blur and now you see the world only through the eyes of a sleep-walker - not real enough, and yet too real to understand.