opened eyes. gazing into the darkness as they succumbed to the depth. and then. an emission of a spark. it hinted sporadically. a candle on verge of extinguish. its effects through that stained plastic. oh, it amplified. casting its grip over the ceiling. a light so faint. a spectrum, a gleam so weak. aggravation overwhelmed. this, by a blur of vision. a block through the system. not of natural but by choice. as wanderers irises ventured into space, it hit. a sense of home, a sense of want. it settled on hard fact as the sclera saw a well build up. and as truth dawned, it pierced his soul. that boy. oh yes, he yelped. struggled. viciously, as that darkness ate him up in delusion. as his life had woven his destiny.
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