Be who you truly are

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Rose the tiny turtle was daydreaming as she drifted amongst the reeds. At first, she ignored the voice from above. "Rose, be who you truly are..."
She imagined some magical being was perhaps floating above her, guiding her. "Is that you, invisible dragon? Have you come back?"
Hovering above, the magician silently shook his head, to instruct the dragon not to respond. He waited a few moments, then called to Rose again. "Be who you truly are..."

This voice was not like the other imaginary voices that filled the tiny turtle's metaphysical world. It rang with such authority. Be who you truly are. The words made Rose question herself. Am I not being who I truly am? Who am I, truly?

The magician observed each and every thought, as she remembered the words of the invisible dragon a few days earlier.

"The "real world" is just an illusion. Let it bite, and watch it fade like mist."

Rose wondered at the meaning behind the mysticism. Can the real world fade like mist?

The magician saw this was the moment. He repeated the command, for the third and final time. "Rose, be who you truly are..."

The little turtle felt an enormous surge of energy bathe her in light. I truly am a human being. The "real world" is just an illusion. I truly am a human being.

The dragon and the magician saw the inner light of Rose the tiny turtle surge forward. The light consumed her little body, trapped inside a shell. Then, with a flash, she was gone.

I truly am a human being.

The dragon smiled. Today he had done a good thing. 

The magician was also satisfied. "Let's go, my good son. Adventures await."

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The young authoress lived in a world of her imagination. She loved reading, writing, blogging, books, and turtles. She wrote beautiful words, and some days read until her eyes could read no more. She loved absurd beginnings, mystical endings & enchanted lives.

She adored perfumes, everything vintage and historical, and dreamed of returning to the Victorian era. Some days she would play with a little turtle friend of hers, silly games like "stop-the-turtle-from-getting-past-me-on-the-stairs."

She felt like her heart was 5 years old, and one day... one very, very special day...

...she met an invisible dragon.

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The young authoress is alive and well, and living with a small turtle named <name withheld for privacy reasons>.