The thinkbox, connecting to such frangile incredulity. A pause in moment, a thousand gushing thoughts swimming perturbation into the set. Animosity boils the angry mind, and it possesses no peace. Sleep defies time.

A solemn morning hangs a deafening mist and hovers its wait to pounce negativity. Her tiny chestnut eyes now enclosing, into a surreal city of infinite colours.