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The world was fragmented into chunks. Many people were gone, post apocalypse.

Some of the remaining people were hang gliders, which allowed them to survive traveling between fragments, but it was getting harder and harder to survive since more and more land was destroyed every day and a constant storm picked up.

Most of the remaining fragments were pieces of ocean that flowed into an abyss with raging currents because of the storm.

Hang gliding was a death sentence at this point, but so was staying in one spot. This was the end of the world. A lot of people were ready to go one last time.

One of the hang gliders and handed me a blank piece of paper and a pen. He had another piece of paper in his hand that he attached to the hang glider with something written on it as he prepared to take it for one last deadly spin.

I asked what that’s for.

“Freedom. You write down all of the things you forgive yourself for.” He said as he got ready.
He then took off.

I went my own way. I knew it was a dream, so every time I fell, I rewound time and did it again.