Fuji

The entire room was pitch black as he enters, the distant sound of rumbling storm clouds penetrating the darkness.

He waits a few moments for his eyes to adjust, then slowly makes out the bean bags on the floor, all six feet apart. Silent beings laying still, watching the black and white world before them unfold. He nestles into an empty space, letting his senses become heightened.

Bamboo forests come and go, Mount Fuji starts to appear.

The rain comes harder now, with the occasional sound of thunder and a flash of lightning.

He feels transported to this new world, at the base of Japan’s formidable mountain, ready to start climbing himself.

Then he remembers that this is all a dream, for lack of a better description.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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