The streets were paved white, tiny quartz crystals embedded in the cement for a glossy sheen when the bright lights flickered on at morning. Everyone had a curfew except for a few lucky individuals such as the head guards. They were the lone shadows patrolling the section, Section 3 to be exact.
But what was the point in dividing the continent into four large sections? Each had the same purpose, the same requirements. The truth was, no one knew.
In a tall building next to 54 other ones, a young teen girl sat on her cotton bed, wrapped up in her thick blankets.
Wispy knew better than to sing, especially at night, when even the bravest crickets dared not to on the lands of Blintrow.
She kicked herself back and lay down, arms spread apart.
"There once was a world so kind,
Lost words found floating in time.
What is it now?
An empty sound,
Bells unable to chime..."
She sighed, waiting for the dark blanket of sleep to smother her voice, to lull her into its warm arms, but it never came.
Crash.
For what could it wrap itself around?
"Aaaah!"
There was nobody left on the bed that night.
Thump.
All that was left was silence.
