My name is Kraig Krilasio, currently, dead but alive. It all started when the airplane I was riding on exploded. When I saw a meteor about to crash into the airplane, I jumped out the window to the ocean water. I could hear the airplane exploding and scattering into thousands of tiny pieces. I swam for hours, my body wasn’t feeling any exhaustion for some strange reason, but I could feel poisoning pain. And when I finally saw the sight of land I swam as fast as I could, even quicker than a sailfish, literally. When I reached the island and turned around I couldn’t see the ocean anymore, I looked at my feet and realized the island was made of clouds. Solid clouds. I could see the white clouds beneath me. I realized that I never fell into the water, and I never swam for hours too. It was just my hallucinations, but what wasn’t my hallucination was the island made of clouds. I had died in the explosion, I was in the afterworld.

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