You’re a painter struggling to find inspiration for your work. After another frustrating day staring at an empty canvas, you decide it’s time to go to bed.
Now you’re in the White House, and the Vice President is talking. Before you get a chance to listen, however, you find yourself on the streets of New York. A man and a woman are fighting in the middle of a crowd. As you look closer, you realize the woman is actually a man. His eyes look possessed as he tries to dominate the other man; nothing but hatred is spread across his face. You want to look away, but you’re drawn to it. You watch the fight unfolding from a safe distance. Then, two minutes later, everything around you suddenly freezes. You look around, see a placard lying on the sidewalk, and throw it into the air.
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