Emptiness.
.
.
.
Still a vacuum.
Its inescapable. No matter how we run, the darkness always catches up. Its like the burning flame of a candle. After sometime, it extinguishes and darkness comes back, occupying the space where light once radiated.
Because it all started with darkness. It is our birthplace, our sanctuary, where we rest. When we isolate ourselves, we tend to look forward to it. The attraction is strong, and we can never hide. It is everywhere.
I see something. Light. A sign of life. The gift accepted by another wandering soul. The creation of a physical self.
Curiosity fills me. This... this presence is different. That hue of red, blue, yellow... Is that what I think it is? It has never happened before. The lights never formed true white light! This is impossible.. This life, it has an aura filled with the brilliant colours of a rainbow. And when it spins...
Yes, no doubt. It is white. The Shift is happening. A couple ticks away.
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
It has begun.
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Freedom of the Wild
Genç KurguA boy of different worlds, he sees many and thinks idealistically. There are many secrets not exposed by society, hidden from us. He knows it. The further he goes, the more wisdom comes. The story of a boy who thinks with such depth of heart and min...
