You were in a dark room, and, as it seemed to you, a being from another planet smoothly entered the room through the opened window. It was made of luminous, long needles, falling on the floor. You didn’t move for some time, trying to realize what it was. The creature stopped in the middle of the room. It was about two meters height, almost touching the ceiling. It reminded a trace, left by children on the snow; it was like an angel, only a little long. And it was an angel, but this fact didn’t come to your mind. It was something for you, that you hadn’t ever seen and you couldn’t find an explanation for it. And at that moment you noticed a girl inside that substance. She was sleeping as if she was in a cradle, covered by luminous needles. Though you didn’t know intentions of the unknown object, you came to it and touched the face of the girl. It was so brave of you. She opened her eyes, smiled and stretched out her arms to you, as if she knew you. Your next actions were firm and quick. You took her hands and almost carried her out of the light. But the light was stronger. And at the same time you didn’t feel any hostility from it; it was neutral. The light softly and easily, without any effort pushed you aside. You still saw stretched arms. The light showed her to you, but didn’t give. And you didn’t understand: why. Your attempts to take the stranger were not successful and vice versa you nearly got stuck in that shining soft matrix. And you were frightened, when you felt that you didn’t controlee yourself. And you stopped trying.
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