Level 142
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Class Earth

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One last swing before you forget this place forever.

Level 142 is Home. Or at least, the last of it.


Do you remember paradise before it turned grey? Do you remember the heartbeat of the sand caressing your unblemished toes and the freshness of the undulating ocean, back when discovery was a friend and not a monster?

Do you remember the endless chatter of the kids behind the fence, back before you knew they were talking about you? The smell of newly-printed paper and your best friend's new backpack? What about the twinkling sound of triangles and windchimes on a warm April spring day, a day that you were smart enough to know to appreciate, but not enough to know just how much? Those days you realized you should've held more gently after they started to slip through your fingers and blow away in the wind?

Do you remember us? Because we remember you.

Come back to us. Come back to Earth. Come back home.

You didn't notice, but the flowers of your mother's garden cheered you on every time you bounded through the door and past the white gate. Flowers of all colors, especially your favorites. Red, blue, white, and 01100010 01101001 01101110 01100001 01110010 01111001.

The older you get, the farther away you walk from us, every time you climb through the tunnels of reality, the harder it gets to 01110010 01100101 01101101 01100101 01101101 01100010 01100101 01110010 us. We're slipping away now. Please, just one last time. Slide down the slide just one last time. Open your lunchbox and pass around the chips. The ball, the ball, pick it up, hold it in your hands. 01101000 01110101 01110010 01110010 01111001.


This is all that's left.

That's it, that's it. Hold it, take in the creases and the wear. The dirt patches from the baseball field across the street. Or was it the park across the river…?

Where are all the people, you ask? Why is the kindergarten so empty? The streets so desolate? Because you forgot. We're the only ones that are left. The lone oak tree with the tire hanging from it. The white fence around the cottage. The flowers lined up all in a row. We're the only ones you remember. We're the only ones who remember you. And we stayed, waiting for you to come back, but you never did, not until now. Everyone else has already left. Your best friend moved out and forgot about you. Your first love grew up and got married to someone else. Your grandparents died.

Who am I, then? Why, I'm your old friend. The one your parents called imaginary. Didn't you recognize my voice…?

Please, just stay with us one last time. Your discarded toys, your old television playing all your favorite shows. We want to see how you've grown. Oh, you're beautiful.

…Wait, what's that?

Don't tell me you're crying now. No, that can't be. You should be happy, like you always were. Your face was always so bright with—

No, you can't be crying! This wasn't supposed to happen! The liquid! Your tears! They're going to 01110011 01101000 01101111 01110010 01110100 00101101 01100011 01101001 01110010 01100011 01110101 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101000 01100101 01100001 01100100 01110011 01100101 01110100…


It's time to wake up.

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