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Nothing invigorates so much in morning as realization that instead of embrace of a cool sea current, tickling of migrating fish, gracious symphonies of fauna that howl no worse than singing of sirens thirsting to taste despair of stupid sailors, you feel, no, see, hear quiet tapping of heels, leisurely walking creatures in false skin that will only glance sideways for a moment and not at you, bright squeaking garbage is much more of a priority to them than a mysterious creature, previously unseen by direct sight, only a bunch of numbers and various strange letters he was for them.
But as mysterious as unearthly, comparable to the legend of Atlantis, a creature was not so saddened by his conclusion.
No matter how much they yearned for raging waves, for orchestra of colors that delighted fragile strings of soul, which had no end or edge, no matter how contemptuous were actions of those walking, their glassy, deader than death itself, beady eyes, depths of ocean were no longer home he dreamed of on silent nights.
He does not know what is worse
To behold icy indifference of false lords, considering you a shameful vessel, worthy of being nothing more than another of their attempts to trample gods into the dirt or to be an object that is even worse, forced to pain and tears, and to feel on yourself brainless and insane gaze of a tyrant, claws scratching skin, touches that are not comparable to hellfire, to watch as those you loved turn away their faces in humility and obedience.
But all this becomes like a tick bite, after a fleeting thought about..
About
About what? Maybe that's the point!
In simple silence
Come on, it's not about usual sounds, silence around is just silence.
Silence in business is just hypocrisy
And who would have thought!
After all, even you can't shut up until you're
dead.
But death can be just as different-
And
No?
Hmm, maybe you're right, and I've been left a fool again, ha-ha!
But still, maybe being a simple lab rat isn't so bad.
Don't judge, don't talk against me! Just this thought, like a small dry branch, is still able to hold, catch a spark and support that small fire that still burns in him, crackling with sparks, not fading, no matter how hard the world tries.
Outside, these looks, so many, if he were not behind glass, then fear would seize him, but they will not touch him, no one will touch him, how can creatures that can proudly raise their chins up, shrink, defend themselves from someone looking into their eyes, but he was not afraid of them, he could not hate them, because they are so small, so helpless that they replaced what the womb gave them, with false, other forms giving the illusion of some imaginary power, status and strength, or maybe it is something else?
But why did he suddenly become afraid, he was under protection, thin, fragile, but behind it, all others were same, pale colors, drooping spirit, in an attempt to protect themselves, they covered themselves with armor made of gray fabrics, but what was wrong then? Why again muse of higher ones, feels burns, hears a vile, so strongly corroding subcortex of mind, heart-rending laughter, so loudly for him, he did not think that laugh could be so insane and at same time conscious, tyrant realized, tasted and enjoyed, a smile twisted into a grin was arrogant, bloodthirsty, greedy so much that even a closed mouth was not able to protect from the sickeningly creepy words, desires, the smell filled with rot emanating from the very insides, just a little more, worms will crawl out and will devour their sweet feast. The fire weakens, in an attempt to feed it, the eyes pierce it with a desperate plea.
And for some reason everything disappeared, laughter died down, that pain subsided, becoming only a tingling sensation like a splinter, just as unnoticeable, but no less of a nightmare.
Now there was another smile in front of him, crazy, but only from outside, eyes looking not with a thirst for blood, and not even with sympathy, but with pure, impenetrable to the average eye, sorrow.
That creature was not so different from others, but brighter and yet so pale, stately, having absorbed falsehood like a sponge, like them, but at the same time, so fragile and beautiful his image, tried to hide under the veil of a charming smile and it seemed that he had seen many, he had contemplated almost each of the masks and what they hid under it, but only that one was completely different, so unknown to them, but familiar, the color of the eyes comparable to the azure color of the sea, so much they saw in each other's shining pearls, silently conversed and even the noisy talk of the others faded against the background of their conversations.
For first time, sea creature wanted to go out
For first time cage was so cramped.