All the life and colors had washed away into the lake. The pot of gold was empty. The rainbow's fight was over, or so I thought. But, part of my soul died at the sight of it.
Such a glorious fish came to an inglorious end. But who'da known about this tragedy had I not cared to capture and immortalize its remaining beauty.
Oh, but if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, what is it you behold here, dear friend? Is it beauty or the disgusting sight of its dead corpse rotting in the mud with the worms and bacteria consuming its form into nothingness that penetrates your pupil and leaves an indellible impression in your memory?
Are you repulsed by it?
Its nothingness is substance now in your brain, is it not? Or is it just that my words have seared it all into a tenacious neuronal path for you to travel freakishly on occasion when you least expect?
As for me I say fish spirits go to heaven. I sure hope so anyway.
Did you know that in a parallel reality I caught this fish on my fly rod and fed my children with its pink flesh?
Did you know that YOU netted it and took a picture of me and the beautiful live fish and posted it to your blog on Steemit and made eight hundred dollars without the use of paid upvote bots? But you shared the SBD's with me.
In this alternate reality things are nicer. They already implemented SMTs and communities. Prior to their launch we didn't even know we lived in the same town at the end of the rainbow, even before all the colors washed away.
We didn't know we both loved fishing and hunting for pots of gold and hidden cryptographic tokens in the currents of local streams of conciousness.
But now we do know Mr. Doppelganger. Wake up, the dream is over.