The Monkey King

The dream, finding myself at the edge of a cliff, surrounded by monkeys united in their confusion, falling over the edge like a waterfall, I know the solution, but my voice is muted, I’m screaming in silence, I know where they need to be, I know what they need to do, but there’s no way to communicate it to them.

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