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Unsure of what to do next, I decided that walking forward was my best option.
 
Despite the odd ground, walking wasn't at all difficult. It felt almost…almost... natural. Almost like I was intended, or designed, to walk on this ground.
 
I saw giant, glimmering, white gates off in the distance. They were larger than anything I had ever seen. Towers and skyscrapers were miniscule compared to these massive behemoths of what appeared to be…be... pearl?
 
Approaching the gates I saw two older middle eastern men standing there, almost as if they were anticipating my arrival. One had a podium with a large book, the other was wearing brilliant white robes. The man with the book asked my name.
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I realized what I had been so blind to before. Nothing else mattered but me. Everything else was just here for my entertainment. I was the greatest thing in the universe! Of course I could do whatever I wanted! And even if I couldn't, who would stop me? Fuck morality! Fuck ethics! The universe is mine now, and nothing is important but me.
 
I sensed another being approaching me. I looked around myself. There was so much blood…blood... and the bodies…bodies... with a wave of my hand they were all gone. I inhaled deeply and assumed the form of the robed man.
 
The other being approached me, obviously happy to be here. He called out, "Hello? Hello? Are you God?"