The seascape makes for a picturesque backdrop as languidly I sit down on the yellow sand with a sigh.
My gaze shifts to the novel in my lap, but my mind is far away.
After a few contemplative moments, I open the book to escape from my tormenting thoughts only to find that the sentences are appearing on the page.
The book, regular-looking in all appearances, is about me.
I stare upward and suddenly I realize I can hear the narrator's voice giving an unseen audience every detail of my existence.
Filled with a foreboding and soul-twisting fear, I realize I am merely a character in a story.
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