The World

The world.

It resides in winter. A winter of fire.

Hot and bright. Cold and dark. Everywhere and nowhere.

Silence prevails above the infinite noise. The terrible silence of apathy. It hides at the edges of speech. And behind the eyes.

Eyes and ears are closed.None will ever know and see but a few. The few cannot overcome except the world realizes. And the world is them. They are the world.

The Room (story)

A window on the same wall as the fireplace looked out on a dark, sleeping city street. The closed door on another wall stubbornly kept the cold night air outside, allowing the flames to fill the room with a cozy warmth. Rich paintings adorned the walls, an old-fashioned carpet lay in the middle of the room, and an ancient cushioned chair faced the fireplace, giving the place a classic charm. The room was usually comfortable and cheery, but the events of the moment drove all happiness away.

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