oblivionMy world is white. I'm sitting in a glass room, in front of an hourglass that never seems to run out of sand. I've been here for as long as I can remember -- any memories from before are so faded and distorted that they no longer hold any credibility. I'm convinced that nothing will ever end -- and, likewise, nothing will ever begin. Time is passing, but nothing changes. This is the "ideal." I will never have to face the world beyond my glass room.More Like This
But there are cracks. No fortress is impenetrable -- and it shouldn't be, I know it shouldn't be, but I can't help but wish it was.
The cracks are spreading. One might think that to be a good thing -- let the light in, after all these years -- and yet all I can see outside is darkness. In the distance, there are little lamps, each held by one person. No one lives fully in the light; everyone is surrounded by the darkness.
When I see those lamps, I feel a spark of hope. I glance down at myself for the first time in ages, only to find that my
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It felt like a trance, as he stared out over the rolling waves. He barely even noticed Locke sitting down beside him, and only watched the water with an awestruck gaze. It was shimmering and sparkling near the horizon, and the tide came in and out in gentle rolls. The tom felt at peace. Since he came to these tribes, it had been one thing after the other. Ace never really had time to sit down and consider what a beautiful and crazy world they lived in. But now, he sat, and he enjoyed every second of it. His mint gaze flickered from the ocean to the Fire Triber beside him, a smile cracking onto his muzzle. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He joked, tilting his head a bit as he pondered. "Nah, you won fair and square." Ace muttered happily, turning his muzzle back to the sea in front of him. "I know you won't tell anyone-- but you definitely can't laugh." He felt his voice getting smaller as he talked, a bit unsure of how to phrase it. Locke