White...
White...
Everywhere.
The whole room, white as clouds. Only there was no blue to accompany these white clouds. Too much was plain. No doors, no windows, no walls. White everywhere. An endless fog surrounding. Screams no one would hear. Pleads of help that would never reach ears of others echo through the fog. They run into the fog, looking for more, for some life, for some color. They collapse soon after they start running, knowing it was useless. Screams of anger and sadness rip through the air. The screams still reach no other ears. Tears rolls down their face, onto the white platform. They close their eyes and let sleep rip away their conscious.
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