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When the lights went out, a new sort of light seemed to fill in all the empty spaces. Now she was seeing a new world, with new eyes.
The big toad grinned as only a toad can. "What makes you think you're not just a figment of *my* imagination?"
I should have said, feel free to paste in a short excerpt from a favorite book or something you've written. This is from my short story "Sacred Geometry":
And the light of the moon was everywhere at once, in all its honeyed technicolor splendor.
And the light of the moon was everywhere at once, in all its honeyed technicolor splendor.
"Because that would make you half Mad"

And, in parting from you now, thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem, that my days have been a dream.
Yet if hope has flown away, In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
…
I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand-
How few, yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save one from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?
A Dream within a Dream
Edgar Allan Poe, [1827, revised 1849]
Here's one to get the ball rolling:
So gradually as to make the change imperceptible, the midnight black of the southern sky lightened to a rich fuchsia. And then all at once, a thin line of neon orange spread across the horizon. This glowing arc rose to reveal a familiar sight, now amplified to cyclopean proportions: a full moon.