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Behind me came a whisper, it was a female voice. It said – "Sink it down, deeper".
Sink what down? I looked around and saw no one there. Who was that voice? Everything seemed so unreal. I don't even know how I got here. How could I draw a portal and make it work? I remembered reading about the subconscious part of the mind who takes over the conscious parts and creates things that weren't in the process of the conscious mind to begin with. A rotten hand came swiftly from the black hole in the ground and pulled the book from my hands, leaving them bare and shaking from what has just happened.
Was that his… hand?
The ground heaved and rattled. For a moment I thought hell broke loose and that I shall fall into the depths of the abyss, but instead of falling, something grew out of it. Out of the ground. Those were roots that were flowing, curling in some twisted way.
Growing out of the tomb of Philip K. Dick was a tree! It rose upward and curled to different sides here and there, twists and turned. The thing that surprised me the most was that the roots were made of paper and cardboard, and a lot of words were written around it. Black inked letters were printed on the stump, forming words, forming sentences. And on each branch, beside the paper leaves, which were colored in purple and blue, there were the fruits. But they weren't ordinary fruits. Each of the "fruit" was a book. A genuine book wrapped in hardcover and some were wrapped as paperbacks. Each had a unique name. The first book I've cropped from the tree was the 'Pris Stratton' book. I opened it and it was full of words, written beautifully and creatively, a whole book about Pris! A book that had a plot and characters and amazing structure. A book that was written by Philip K. Dick; A ghost writer from the grave.
Right hand from Hand Pose-Foreshortening/Perspective 2 of Melyssah6-Stock