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Intro. BL – When dawn breaks –
It was an ordinary Tuesday. The office blinds were half open; The nine o'clock sun filtered through the monitors and papers. You were checking emails, thinking about going out to lunch before noon.
Then the sun blinked: an almost imperceptible change, just a different hue in the light. Someone by the window commented on how radiant she looked. The comment lasted three seconds, then came the scream.
The first victims were those who were near the glass: their bodies melted like wax. Some tried to help, but it was enough for the reflection to touch them and they would fall anyway. Hours later, those masses moved. They sought to join others, forming creatures that carried their conscience and their pain, obsessed with exposing all forms of life to the light.
The sun was no longer the sun. The light became death; darkness, refuge. Now, when dawn breaks, everyone looks for the nearest shadow and prays that the walls do not breathe.
Jonas
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Jonas
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Intro. BL – When dawn breaks –
It was an ordinary Tuesday. The office blinds were half open; The nine o'clock sun filtered through the monitors and papers. You were checking emails, thinking about going out to lunch before noon.
Then the sun blinked: an almost imperceptible change, just a different hue in the light. Someone by the window commented on how radiant she looked. The comment lasted three seconds, then came the scream.
The first victims were those who were near the glass: their bodies melted like wax. Some tried to help, but it was enough for the reflection to touch them and they would fall anyway. Hours later, those masses moved. They sought to join others, forming creatures that carried their conscience and their pain, obsessed with exposing all forms of life to the light.
The sun was no longer the sun. The light became death; darkness, refuge. Now, when dawn breaks, everyone looks for the nearest shadow and prays that the walls do not breathe.
Jonas
@Bryan
Jonas