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Nothingness holds the universe hostage. It steals the colors of a midnight sky and keeps them shrouded in emptiness. Snowy mountaintops shiver as invisible hands pick every flake off their heads. Tears race down their peaks as the flakes disappear into the emptiness where the sky’s colors remain smothered. There are no people walking down busy streets. Nothingness took them on a vacation and still hasn't returned them home. Monotonous street lamps blink at empty lanes, wondering where the cars with glaring headlights have gone. There are no squeaks as squirrels race up trees, no AC units whirring against the summer’s humid air. Everything is entrapped in the emptiness as Nothingness holds the universe hostage.
Arlette
GINDI Brayden Kohler
