I couldn’t stop writing with this piece of literature I crafted in my hospital bed.
I drew various worlds all being interconnected.
There were several characters being sent across the celestial fabric of eternity. Earth was just a mere drop in the macrocosm of an ocean.
Why? I saw myself going into whatever afterlife or next world would be. One can say this was my ticket to the astral plane.
An omen gripped onto my writing (at least it felt like one).
The whole draft was complete in days no matter how frail I was.
Dear story, I now christen you…
“The Nexus Conspiracy.”
This needs to be published.