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The children of nobody sleeping in little houses, illuminated yet dim, in fear of the widespread darkness. Flailing skies weeping like new born children.

They all knew they were afraid of him.

A man was dying again and he was there, in his opulent attire, golden earrings and a black crown.

The man had asked him a question, would he have been happier if he was two hundred years old?

For a moment he stayed silent.

"Feasting on a hundred crows' tongues sure makes you immortal but never happy."

thankyouuu smmm you're so amazing too!

Cloudy day, mountains and spring, the invisible flame unfurling the warmth in the wind. The golden field of barley wheat starts suffering.

Her grieving mother shrinking in the pervasive darkness at home, fire starting to flare up.

She's scared of the deserted land with weeping rivers, of the dead night with a mute sky.

A figure emerges in the burning lamp with a faint smile, "let's sow new seeds and bury the bonds of the momentary past."

Blazing sparks entangled in the eyes, kept pouring in her lap, all the thoughts she travelled with.

"O my heart, please do not be corrupted."

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