The sun forcefully crept in through the cracks that were purposely covered. A branch of thorns enclosed the room with a forever safe enclosure, creating an imaginable layer of warmth and colour. What is real is becoming common. Fallen beams allowing for what little oxygen was left. Smoke filled the air, creating soft creeping beams of life. The sun was visiting, decorating the walls while changing colors. In each beam of light, little lint particles float gently in empty space. The lint starts shifting, reflecting the power of the sun; creating a rainbow of its own.

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