An ordinary-looking person was reading an ordinary-looking book. He seemed a little bit off. And what seemed off about him was that he was having a dark aura within him a gloomy type of aura.

His eyes were dark he was wearing a classy outfit looking like a law-abiding citizen mixed in the era of the wild west and the victorian era. His pupils were big compared to his small eye sockets which gave him an extra point to his gloominess.

You could notice that he had quite the sense of fashion coming from a gloomy-looking person like him it’s as if he came from a classical-themed party.

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He closed the book and gently closed his eyes as if he was appreciating and trying to value and criticize the book that he just read while holding his head in between heaven and earth.

He then recited a verse as a sign of declaration of his final thoughts about the book: “Blessed are—”

The appreciation suddenly stopped by a sudden occurring.

“?”

He then looked at the horizons which seemed endless from his minuscule form of being.

The horizons had the color of the dust, sands, and ashes nearly golden but withered version of it. with a hint of gray and black which added a mystical beauty that the tongue cannot describe but it can only be appreciated by those who saw it.

suddenly feathers started to fall from the skies.

End — Prologue