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Dragon Ball Super Discussion Thread 100

you are dreaming about in a room, then you go to another room and see your family, then another, see more members of your family, each one looking as natural as if you saw a part of yourself in a mirror, then you through another room, and another room, and another room, and it goes on for infinity, time seems to be stopped completely, nothing seems to truly progress, everything seems to be stuck in the same time, a cycle of things and patterns repeating themselves.
The last room is completely dirty, full of dust and plants, it seems that no one has been there in 100 years, a person is there, the last descendant of the family, reading a book about that same dream you were living, like looking inside of a mirror in another mirror, in a infinite loop.
 
you are dreaming about in a room, then you go to another room and see your family, then another, see more members of your family, each one looking as natural as if you saw a part of yourself in a mirror, then you through another room, and another room, and another room, and it goes on for infinity, time seems to be stopped completely, nothing seems to truly progress, everything seems to be stuck in the same time, a cycle of things and patterns repeating themselves.
The last room is completely dirty, full of dust and plants, it seems that no one has been there in 100 years, a person is there, the last descendant of the family, reading a book about that same dream you were living, like looking inside of a mirror in another mirror, in a infinite loop.
You really like old poetry, Mr. Alexander.
 
You really like old poetry, Mr. Alexander.
Rather, it's like the supernatural sensation it gives, but it also feels like something very close to reality, like when I think I'm going to be born and I don't remember anything, but somehow I can minimally have flashes of what it was like to see a light for the first time, and my own mother, then...i am grown up and i have a age...that i don't remember.
 
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