When
the orange fireball danced in the
diamond-blue sky, the exhausted birds flew in any direction. They clumsily glided through the
glowing white clouds, bumping into each other like an aggressive fighter trying to win
the battle. The soft, damp mist was holding tightly onto their fluffy feathers,
trying to give them a luxurious bath.
Without
a warning, the dazzling sky turned into a dull scene. A paralyzing sound could
be heard coming out of the dreadful underground. It was as if the bloodthirsty
gates of hell opened to invite lost souls. Is this how our life is meant to
end...?
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