practice prose : theme of perception

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Practice prose writing
Take 2: theme of perception.

A dark room, or more like a room without light, no… that'd be false as there's little light, or more like there's little lights. Scattered lights. A bunch of candles spread at the edges to illuminate what lies inside what they surround.

The square of floor that the candles surround, floats at a slight elevation from the rest of the floor and also a shade browner than the rest.

On one edge, revealed mostly and soley by that edge's perpendicular candle, is a ragedy old man, who, not to be rude should be way past his expiration date! His skin sank into his skull till it could sink no more, he covered his eyes with a cloth made of the same vibrancy of a peacock's feathers and his attire, from his shawl under three scarfs to his ten types of bead bracelets, seemed like the stereotype of every tribal costume dialed to an eleven.

Despite his more eccentric features, that's enough about him, for at the edge straight opposite to him, stands a lady, a woman, a girl, a mother. Now, why a mother? Because she is! Afterall she is holding onto a baby, and supplying it with nutrients. Her face can't quite be made out, since she stands far too tall for even a room full of candles to enshine let alone a measly single piece of it, but, her yellow-gold hair that flowed down made certain that a head did, in fact, exist. Despite the scary looks though, her presence was ohh too comforting, even the candle burning wax beside her, gently patted the nostrils with nostalgia from unadulthood.

But the baby!

The baby receiving her said nutrients didn't quite fit the baby bill, this baby is FIT. Not the pancing around doing healthy baby stuff fit, this kid-guy had visible six-pack abs! His hairs were brown near the ends, had a full fledged beard and basic muscle defenition everywhere else. He is the most adult unadult ever, only thing cloose he has, to a baby, was his height, which was average breast feeding nesecetizing baby height. But that's good, for the way he was grabbing his mother, if he was any bigger and she'd worn anything less than her orange sarre from the waist down, thing'd turn to something very tabbo.

Ohh-

The lights got brighter. With the increase in brightness, is revealed, at the center of this enclosement, a man, deep in his meditation, radiating envyable focus. Even if the lights now reach him, they aren't bright by any definition of it, still, you can make out that the man's well-built-, nah he's crazy built. Despite the megar visibility, his muscle definition can be made out to the point that his middle and lower trapeziums could cast their own shadow over his right scapular. His hairs were tied together in a beautiful man bun tied together using a beautifully symmetric pair of deadlocked hair that encircled his forehead. The latter half of his hairs were beautifully enriched in a shade of brown that one could only achieve with a specific kind of mehendi over a specific period time.

Inhale
!

Deeep exhale
!

!!

The man just let out a deep exhale and! A bunch of candles lit up in the room!

What is this! OCCULT! (well it has been pretty occulty already…)

The various candles lighting up give a better definition to the room. The rest of the room holds true to the floor being a lighter shade of the elevated center. The center now has a graphical location with the revelation of a white and a whiter board on the side of the room that the man faced, and, with respect to that, the 'mother' lady and the tribal zombie stood behind the man.

The rest of the room doesn't offer much, that's much of anything, no doorway, no ventilation, to the man's left, a bunch of empty chairs and then nothing except for more candles. Speaking of the candles, amongst the newly lit, most were splintered across the room, but a good portion, crowded and in various shapes and sizes, made a pathway towards the boards that were about 15 meters away. As for the people in the room itself, the mother's face still can't be made out, the tribal zombie looks even zombier and for the man himself, he was the most normal human here… which is of course superhuman. Chocolate brown skin, brown pupils, seven to twelve percent of body fat range and muscle defenition of the olympians, he was a whole demigod.