Once upon a time a boy met a girl.
The end.
The cold wind blows and the bright sun bakes. The temperature outside has the wisp of never ending torment, the oxygen not enough, the land around the city frozen with the passing of the morning frost yet the streets teaming with life. The world itself turning and churning in a strange mysterious light as the thaw comes from the brightness of the sun.
The steam rises and vapor billows the lights change and that which never sleeps warms to the coming of the new day. The lanes a bustle, the horns blow in almost melodious fashions as a man standing on his balcony drinks his morning tea, dressed in a white robe with a single red word etched on his left breast. The steam from his tea joins the rising vapor of the city as life flies over the buildings comprising yet limiting his view of the world around him. Suddenly hundreds of little dots start filling the city streets below as the world once again awakens from its deep slumber.
The end.
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