The Edge of The World
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February 13th 2024
-Julia
For some reason "the edge of the world" got involved. I was curious and I wanted to see what it looked like... Apparently it was near the mall. So I went behind the mall and climbed a big hill. What was on the other side really traumatized me (irl). On the other side was the edge of Russia.... It was a series of square buildings that were all partially blown up. There were no people. There was no colour, on a destroyed building there was a neon red sign and that was the only colour. It was so grey, so empty. I was standing on top of this faded-green hill watching all of this. There was a deafening non-stop white noise sound, it kept ringing in my ears. I could hardly breathe because of all the dust The ground was that of a dirt road. It was all mud. There were strange pipes and tunnels that sucked the dust away, the pipes seemed to go on forever. I saw one of the pipes going into the black sky; the other end of the pipe was attached to the moon. It was like a huge desert almost, there were lots of factory type things. It was terrifying. There were these air-tight seals that pulled all the toxic chemicals in the air but there was still a lot of it. It looked like a muddy version of the moon. It was so dead. I can't express how my stomach dropped. It felt so real. Suddenly a bomb fell and blew up the building with the red sign, it was like a metaphor; the little hope that we thought there was for this dead war-zone is gone. Dust from the ground went up everywhere and it hit me like a tsunami. I started crying because of how awful this situation was. Another metaphor; the mall was so cute and spontaneous but right behind the lovely mall was an empty, gloomy dead war-zone, adding up to how a person could look so beautiful but inside they're just a hopeless mess, a dead void. The white noise wouldn't stop, I was sobbing uncontrollably. It ended there, on the hill, in tears. -7:40am
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