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Silence
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Continúa, Has publicado may 08, 2020
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There are six people living in a house.


There are women

The first woman manages the menu, checks the situation of the house and checks on the 5 other persons. She knows every truth even by just seeing them and does not matter if she cannot hear the better version of the truth.

The second woman prepares dinner with the third woman, cleans the house entirely by herself, water the small plants inside the house and looks the beauty of the outside world. She is fascinated with beauty that she cannot see the whole truth until it is slapped on her.

The third woman does not see the truth lies every person. She only knows them by their touch.


There are men.

The first man tries to fix what might be broken inside and outside of the house. He sees every small detail of the house and knows all parts of the truth but keeps moving forward by lying to himself.

The second man assists the first man, or whomever he could help with. He just follows and follows, not even doing anything to know what's really happening around him.

The third man takes advantage of every single things and does nothing but chaos. He does not hide it, so everybody knows.

Of course, you are confused with the set up. They don't talk to each other but rather communicate with each movements they can give to one another. It is a form of respect to one another until such time it disappears.

They all lived in silence in one house. Trying to trust each other. But their thoughts are as loud as the cries of the suffering sinners in hell. For the truth always kills them to be revealed to the world. Silence is their haven until it gets louder and louder.
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