The cube that hung on the ceiling

Silence. Deathly silence.

Heavy. Still. Agonizing. Breathtaking. A singular darkness hovered across the world. Between the horizons of one dark color, silence had its reign of terror. It controlled and dominated this place. No birds chirped, no insects buzzed, no canines howled, no animals growled, no living beings uttered a or any sound.

The atmosphere could neither be described as tranquil nor serene for this ever-hair-raising quietness would make even the strongest of heroes and the most hideous of villains go insane. This was the kingdom of stillness where even winds did not dare show their arrogance and agility, and water not her benevolence and fluidity.

Suddenly!

Drop

A drop of liquid falling on the ground created an ear-piercing echo in the peaceful yet terrorizing atmosphere.

And following that, an even louder scream burst forth. It sounded like the cry of an infant. It destroyed the quiet insanity that wandered this place.

The scream went on and on, a huge contrast to the quiescent realm that existed just some moments ago. But, that shriek didn't alarm anyone or anything which indicated that this place didn't have any living beings otherwise they would surely react to such a disturbing noise. Perhaps the cruel silence had robbed vitality from all creatures here or no life was cursed enough to spread their branches here.

The cry rang for quite a while until eventually, it stopped. It wasn't known if it was because of exhaustion or because it couldn't get any response from the outside. And so once again that eerie silent environment covered this place.

Time passed by. An unknown amount of moments had passed and a ray of golden red light shot into a certain area, illuminating the insides. The darkness had thus receded, however, the silence did not.

This place seemed to be a cave. The insides of the cave were filled with dense stalagmites, stalactites, and uneven minerals here and there. As more lights came through, more things could be beheld and if anyone could witness this, they would be shocked.

A baby was lying on the ground. Unexpectedly in the uneven cave filled with rocks and unknown metal ores, there was a clear patch of even smooth ground. An infant, probably a month old, was sleeping there on its back, facing the ceiling.

And soon the dawn light fell upon the baby, Its appearance could be discerned. Little black hair sprouted at its head, eyebrows only partially seen, cheeks plumped and face ruddy indicating a healthy countenance, naked with nothing on its body. All in all, this baby looked as healthy as possible, perhaps even healthier than many rich households' infants could be. But this added more to the mystery. How was this baby able to be so healthy despite being in this cave? Did someone put it here some hours ago? Or does someone feed and take care of the baby? The answer?

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Drop

In the silence, another deafening sound rang out. It resembled the sound of liquid falling from a high place on the ground. And a water droplet it was. Somehow a drop of water fell on the baby, to be more precise, right onto its mouth.

Wahh wahh

As if woken up because of being hit by the droplet, the baby started to cry out loud, its screams reverberating through the entire area. Coincidentally, the baby had already let that drop in its mouth.

The baby kept weeping, letting out a heart-wrenching wail as if it was imploring whoever was nearby to help it. But its screams only fell on deaf and dead walls. And soon the baby got tired, stopped until eventually it fell into slumber again.

Morning.

The entire place was brightly lit. The inside of the cavern was now fully visible to the unsuspecting eye. It did not give the impression of filth or dust. In fact for some odd reason it looked unbelievably clean. The ground, the walls, the protruding ridges all created a harmonic and untainted view of this cave. It was as if the cave didn't hold any sort of impurity at all, which by no means should have been possible.

Drop

Wahh wahh

A drop of water again had fallen into the mouth of the baby, thus had woken it up. Waking up, it kept crying and crying.

This earthen abode was brightly lit now. The baby was lying on a patch of even ground. Centering the baby with a radius of 5 meter ground was devoid of any other things. A smooth circle and the baby right in the core. It should indicate that this place was artificially made. Yet, from miles to miles, there weren't any humans or any other living beings that would do this for the baby.

The baby was lying on the ground, facing upwards as it cried wildly. The ceiling of this earthen dimension held something strange. Directly above the baby was the sharp tip of an object. With the illumination of daylight this object could be perceived clearly.

It was a cube. A gigantic one, it's length, more than a hundred meter. One tip of the cube was attached to the ceiling and the opposite tip faced straight at the child or more accurately at its mouth.

It was a perfectly black one. And perfection it had achieved. For this color could absorb hundred percent of any light that befell on it. Somehow In the brown world of clay, this darker than black cube kept being hung by only one of its single vertex. It should have been impossible since not in any way could just a single vertex hold the entire humongous dark entity which seemed to weigh more than thousands of tons. But just like that mysterious child who appeared out of nowhere, this cube somehow was attached to the ceiling by only one of its tip.

The diagonally opposite vertex which faced the baby had some small amount of liquid gathered. It could be assumed that the water droplets that fell on the baby were actually dropped from this cube.

It was a desolate yet saddening place. The only thing that rang occasionally in this place was the sound of falling drops, followed by the baby's sad and heart tearing cries.

Afternoon came, the baby was tired and was sleeping peacefully. It's profile was filled with vitality. Its breathing, totally rhythmic. There was no sign of bad health as if it was being fed with good nutrition and was taken great care of. But what exactly was it being fed aside from that liquid that fell from the cube. Maybe the liquid from the cube was special, special enough to provide some hours of nutrition with just a drop.

Above the baby, some liquids could be seen being congealed. They slowly came together concentrating on the tip. The gathhered fluids looked rather fresh, a deep contrast to the pitch black cube.

As time passed by, more and more liquid accumulated together until they were heavy enough and then fell as a drop. Fell upon the mouth of the baby.

The disturbance from the drop woke the baby up and as the baby opened its mouth to cry, the liquid went in and the baby, unknown to all this, started crying. Even if this liquid was wondrous enough to keep the baby as healthy as possible, it still was just a drop, not enough to satisfy a baby's hunger neither was it enough to fill the void of what should be filled with love and care from a mother.

All it did was wail and squall. Because that was all it could do. It didn't know the concept of throwing his hand in the air to throw a tantrum so that a mother could come up in helplessness and fulfill its unreasonable demands with a loving smile. And so it didn't flay its hand wildly in the air. It just kept moving its mouth to issue a cry because this was the only thing it knew to do.

Just like this, night came. The baby was sleeping again after being tired from exhausting all its energy into fruitless action. Above the baby liquids started congregating at the tip of the cube and after amassing enough, fell on the baby. The baby woke up and started another bout of meaningless plea.

A cycle. Miserable cycle. The baby was bound in this pathetic joke of nature. A woeful cycle of repeatedly drinking a drop of water, crying afterwards, getting tired from the continuous cries and sleeping. Then continuing the cycle again.

That was all there was to this forsaken silent's palace.

A cycle of never-ending desolate cries.

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