The Faded Paradox
The dream began, as it always did in the final weeks of my life, with the sensation of my own lungs expanding to a size that did not fit within the ribcage I had worn for sixty years, a vast and terrifying blue balloon that filled the sterile white room of the oncology ward until the glass windows bowed outward under the pressure of my breath, and I was not asleep, I knew this with a clarity...
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