… at exactly 00:00, the sun roosts as the moon wakes up to play, frogs croak awkwardly as they try to find their mates, their noises contesting with snores that erupt like rusted trumpets, and so, left all alone in my world, with my fingers ready to flip and my eyes ready to sweep, I plunge into a land where no one’s king but every man’s a prince.
A prince!? Nay! A captive! One held bound by the chains of jots and tittles, encapsulated in the world of covers and titles. One link strongly bonded with another. Letters become words, words become sentences, sentences become paragraphs, and they too, in their conglomerate become chapters. So I spiral from chapter to chapter, each step taking me deeper, uncovering emotions once laid idle. All in but a fleeting moment, there’s joy and pain, love and hate, a heart-bursting giddiness closely followed by pupils that dilate.
And just when I thought ‘twas all over, freedom gained at last, I discover it’s just a part of a series. Trapped once again, I am. Thus I run back to where it all began. Only this time, I am a willing prisoner, an enslaved free-man! And so I take that step again at exactly 00:00.
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