Spectral Orbs

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Time before time, outside in a kind of dimensional zone with no tide.


There hides a lab for the future.


Yet time was an always will be a way to nurture.


The nature of this lab is more than meets the eye.


A man, was forcefully moved over to a table.


Straps crossed over him like metal bars.


A man in white, wrapped his hands upon the bare neck.


One second.


Two seconds.


Three seconds.


Then much like a guillotine.


The bald head dropped into a basket.


That was his casket.


Dusting the blood, which only smeared it more into his white coat. 


There he stood, soaking.


Waving his hand, another of feeble men would feel the loathing.


One tenant.


Two tenants.


Three.


The same thing repeated itself, if this was a lock there'd be no key.


"See!" Exclaimed the white coated, blood soaked it.


"Another must be tested, please. Won't you see?"


"Fine... Let me change." The man declared only to return with a black cloaked robe.


"Shall I arrange another?"


"Do you hear the tide coming suddenly?" 


A moment, an epiphany.


"Lord, do you command we stop the tests?"


"One more, and if it fails we kill the rest."


Another bare skinned man at their demand.


One second.


Two-


Then a jolt and a crack, that human had in fact seen his brothers and sisters backs of their lifeless bodies.


The black cloaked man leaped back. 


The man broke the straps across his chest and arms.


There was no alarm.


As the cold lab floor, he felt something he had never felt before. He then bolted out the door.


There he found the warm grass beneath his feet.


As he took a seat.


He saw, or rather felt a beat upon his seat.


Looking up to absorb.


There he saw two spectral orbs.


The end. 

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