Ok, A story of the tortoise and the hare; Please continue with the story.

Once upon a time.
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A small man walked up to a house. The house was tipped to one side, like it had been rotated on a game. The man thumbled in his jacket pocket, his weedy hand shaking with fear. A bead of sweat dropped from his heavily scared brow, it dropped on the floor with more of an impact it should have had on the old, decrepit man. His eyes exploded with life, as if he was in shock. He gulped as his keys jangled within his other pocket. he sighed with relief. To his surprise he also found a...

This fake reality was only pleasing the man, as he lay, mouth wide open, his hands and feet out stretched, on that cold, wooden floor. The man's hat had rolled about 7 feet away, and left a trail in the dust. The man's face seemed happy, yet to awake to such a mess would break his heart. His house, like him, long and forgotten, this sweet, yet fake reality, was created by such no man dreamed. A hare and a tortoise. A hare, about 3 foot tall, climbed up a steep hill, carefully treading past the cracks and rocks to reach the top. Where, a small tortoise, was staring far out into an abyss. The hare stood behind him, looked the same way, and said...

Krai, everything here is of imagination." Still to their surprise, the old man, who had died from hunger, 3 months ago, was standing side by side them, without any explanation whatsoever. The hare puzzled over this and concluded that the man was imagined by someone in Krai. The tortoise bared a small smile to the distant sound of the wind. He felt the cool breeze on his neck. You might even go as far to say, he escaped his own reality. The old man giggled and said, "Hey, do you think i can fly? Because, because... because... I... CAN FLY!" The hare simply pointed to the abyss, grinning he pouted, "Put that to the test why don't you?". The man, without hesitation threw himself over the edge. He dropped like a stone, his hat, which was caught by wind, slowly drifted back to the tortoise' feet, he then looked down and his smile became a frown, dropping him on his head, back to the reality he calls real. The hare then said...

Ah yes, indeed you can fly. It is not rare in this world. Flying is one thing. Dying, though, is another. How did you die, sir?"
The used-to-be old and crippled man stared up at the hare, not registering the final five words. "I'm alive! I didn't die in this abyss sir, I'm right here!"
The hare merely shook his head. "No, no. I did not mean how you died in the world of Krai. I mean, how did you die on Earth? Or Blamer? Are you from Lotus?"

The old man stared at the hare- utterly confused. "Blamer? Lotus?"
The Tortoise this time, replied. "You see, sir. It isn't only Earth. It is Lotus and Blamer. Blamer is swarmed with these flying mechanical boxes. Earth is swarmed with cars. Lotus is filled with massive birds which fly across the amazing terrain. Come back up, will you?"

The Tortoise was found to be staring at the old man which was now levitating upwards. The Tortoise shifted his vision to the left, where the old man thumped directly onto his hat.