<P>At that moment Dominic felt such a force upon him. Like the world was plain, though he had before seen it complex. Like there was beauty in what was around him, though he had before seen none. It was one of those times in which we better understand the universe and ourselves, though such things may be much too staggering for anyone to ever fully comprehend.
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<P>He looked up, and saw that up was not a direction, nor a boundary, but a possession.
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<P>His body blurred. That is the only way to describe it seen from eyes other than his. He blurred, darkly and violently, as though escaping from himself, and then he traveled, in such a means as is not easily imaginable. It was not flying, nor was it running. He simply moved - Sliced through space before him in a darkened haze of motion, traveling down a corridor not in our own perception or knowledge so that if someone were to look upon him as he traveled then they would see only a ripple, and then it would slither from their detection like a shadow into void.
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<P>He impacted. He impacted at such a velocity upon the window that he broke through it like tissue, and the resulting explosion of glass was fierce.
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<P>And his feet touched carpet.
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<P>Again he stood as a man, simple and vulnerable and obscene.
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<P>He did not recognize his location though he had guided himself to it. So he turned with a moments pause and glanced out the large window, which was now without glass, and saw that he was very high above the ground, in a penthouse comprising the pinnacle of... whichever building it was that he was in.
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<P>He turned again to face his surroundings.
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<P>The carpet was finely made and red. There was extravagant furniture filling the room which he occupied, and the walls were of intricately carved wood.
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<P>From somewhere came shouting; It occurred muffled and indistinct. Then footsteps.
