Kaleidoscope

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As I gaze on the horizon, I saw the walking stick. It was still the same... or it was until it was closer and clearer.

The walking stick is different... very different than what it was before. In fact, it's not even a stick anymore. It has more definition, like a real person. It has eyes, ears, a mouth, a nose, fingers and toes... it has everything that it needs to look more like a person. Although, the expressions that it makes is still confusing, like it doesn't know how to define which emotion is which.

The world is also very different. From a vast empty plane of gray, black, and white, now it has more color, colors that can be seen and cannot be seen. From the darkest shade of reds, to the lightest of blues. It's the most colorful world, but one that is very chaotic. While it is good that there are more colors, it lacks order. The waters are a mix of blue, green, black, red, and browns. Even the sky and the earth looked like a child tried to paint it. It was all so beautiful, but also very confusing.

The world is all very full. It has all the kinds of things in it, from flowers to animals, it's filled to the brim, but just like everything else, it lacked order. The world is filled, but it's like the things were dumped in it rather that make a more organized alignment.

The walking stick, and the world is very different now. Once it was empty and filled only with void, now it has everything. Yet it was all so confusing and chaotic. There was no place where it's serene and peaceful.

But the world looked beautiful, even with all the chaos. It is beautiful. It may need a guiding hand to make it more orderly and peaceful, but it is still beautiful in it's own way. And the walking stick is also happy, albeit confused, it looked more alive.

I simply wish that someone would give it some help on what is happening and all the questions it has, for I fear that living in this world is the opposite extreme of what it was before, and the stick might not be able to remain sane and would plunge into that abyss again.

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