Joy thrusted from his lifted obsidian bed, raised akin to that of a flat chested mountain.


    his gaze was comfortably soft, and resoundingly innocent, a newborn he was.


    he took his first steps exiting his dark room and started the crossing the grassy white bridge, his steps echoed like celestial booms, and his breaths could be heard eons across, yet he felt so small.


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    his eyes studied the stars, their faces masked with the shadows of the night,


    there lay no moon to behest, but in return their was milky dust from the sky to the abyss.


    he reached the doors to the module, what lay behind a mystery.