Stars burn through the night like an everlasting glow, impeding the obscure darkness that fights for cover. What if starlight was burned away by the passionate fire of words? What would come of burnt starlight like cookies on a sheet? I still eat the cookies, do you? Deep within the character of humans, we all fight...
Did you ever feel that upper pain? Pain that cut deeper than a knife? Did you ever feel that love? Love so incomprehensible. "Darling, be my pleasure in the dark, Darling, be my treasure forever, Darling, you are mine to love, Even apart".
In terms of speech, the world has revolved for centuries, circling back from Mandarin and English being the central languages, but that's not dialect. Dialect is no longer local to say the least. In Oxcstrom, language is a barrier to keep the poor from the rich. The rich know their normal dialect, but the poor know t...