Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: He was spinning; falling through nothingness. Twisting and wrenching in every direction. It all seemed so real and yet so wrong. He had no idea who he was, or where he was. He couldn't see through the opaque nothingness he was falling through. He saw nothing and yet everything at once. The crimson stars flying by were a steady stream, never ending and never beginning. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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