Mortal World.

A part of me, mostly inaccessible to myself, hoards a pile of impossibilities. It knows I can walk on air. It makes me talk to the dead as well. It travels through time and traverses great distances and brings me back in the blink of an eye. My concious mind, only the periodic incharge of my being, keeps laughing at such absurdities, much like the laughter that echoed from the country of the blinds, when they first met Nunez of Bogota. This mind, exhausted  after feeding on the debris of information of this mortal world all day, dies down into oblivion every night. That's when the other part awakes. It commands my soul to depart, to do things that no man has ever seen happening. The soul winks at my lifeless body, laughs back at my concious mind and then flies far away, only to return back every morning with new stories to laugh at, by my other self. 

But when the defined term will be fulfilled, my consciousness will prove its final deceit. I, no longer will be able to return to my body and then I'll realise the ultimate truth ❤️