An aura sobrightto pierce thestillnessof the soul and its impenetrable hollowness, was now an impending wish lingering in his eerie mind to stay away from succumbingdesiresand follow his withering conscience paralysed,captured within the clutches of isolation and time.
Dashing through the woods he proceeded towards an unknown horizon .
The silence pierced hisloneliness,giving a sense of wildness and freedom.
Now he looked less baffled as he didn’t have to show any formality of his character.
Carrying a ragged old bag, his eyes gleamed ,reflecting the wildness of the forest .
His hands swayed in the air ,everytime he crushed some dry leaves.
Now there was amovementto his bag ,smeared in blood dripping through its hole, slowly its motion becomes prominent.But he was unaffected ,neither his heart melted at the beseeched cries escaping.
As the darkness clad the towering trees and…
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