I remember that day clearly, too clear in fact I sometimes wonder if it happened yesterday or just a few minutes ago

  Within the clarity of that memory I still doubted whether or not what I saw was real whether or not what I perceived could be processed by the human mind

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  Certainly I’m not one to talk about reality, I’m detached from reality, all concepts of this world and the rules that govern this plane of conscious seem foreign to me

  Maybe that’s why that moment felt real to me?