The Electricity is gone.

The Lights are gone.

First there is Screaming-

So much Screaming.

And then

there is Chaos.

Starvation

Theft

Murder

Death.

Torment.

Who’s gonna feed you if there’s no system to do it? No driving force?

Who’s gonna catch you if they can’t hunt you down?

Can’t see you?

We are but left with the daytime sun,

and at night only remain the moonlight and the stars.

Oh,

The sun.

The moon.

The stars.

When the screaming eventually stops,

And the Death is finally gone,

All the small People can seem to do

Is stare at the breathtaking Perfection of it all. Mouths agape at the vastness of the Universe,

Of the constellations,

And admit in both shock and shame:

“We buried this Beauty

with an embarrassing Replacement”

And pray the Lights stay off.

It comes,

It goes.

Everyone experiences it,

And no one can run from it.

It's what makes our lives beautiful,

What gives it meaning.

Without it,

What comes of us?

Where would we go?

Who would we see?

What takes us, if not it?

It's a mystery,

And yet it's the most known thing in the world.

We die,

And death doesn't stop coming or going.

It's lingering around, waiting,

For our time.

Because it comes,

And it goes.

Have you been to the house?

‘Which house?’

Oh— just the one right on the very Top of the hill that seems to always Move- it’s never in the same place Twice~ Every time I look around for it. *pulls out a rough pencil sketch*

See, look right here..I took the liberty Of trying to figure out where its been Before & where it might soon be next. But my main concern now is....are my Calculations right? I do hope so.

Well, would you like to come with me?

‘Where?’ You ask, with a look of worry. I laugh nervously & pull you to my Side. Come on, don’t be afraid! It’s not like the House bites. *chuckles slowly* Not that I know of.

Soon we are off, and find ourselves Right at the front gate that hangs at a Crooked angle leading onto a windy Path to the main entrance of the house. Before my knuckles even touch the Wooden door, it gradually opens with a Creaking noise.

You stare and fail to move right behind Me. As if your feet are glued to the Ground.

As soon as I step in the house, the door shuts right. You panic & grab the Knob, doing your best to twist it Open. All you hear right at that Moment is my body hitting the floor. And then my shriek being carried Loudly by the wind.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rY0WxgSXdEE

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05 Sept., 2021. (Sundae)