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 Under the embracing sky there were a group of friends roaming carelessly exploring themselves and their worlds. Setting their foot on rocks and clays they played along the horizon of their imagination, they were being watched over by the guards looking at them contentiously they always intervened them in their fatal endeavors,  protecting them from the claws of their chaotic spirits. It was twilight they were discussing their bleak futures as sun lost its exuberance. 

" I don't want to end up being like them " he exclaimed as he lighted the fire cradle cloaking them with its warmth.  Looking at the gleam of camp fire an young girl wearing a loosely fit sweater aroused and went near the fire looking at it as she is engulfing its heat she moved around looking at everybody , exchanging glance she pointed at the star as it was distantly emerged from the northern sky. " What do you see?" . Everybody looking at her pointed hand towards the sky followed around her direction but a cusp of darkness could be seen. " What are you pointing there is nothing but darkness emerging " one of them said.

" it will soon become clear to you" just keep gazing at the sky and remember there are many stars hidden under the oblivion, you are always free to change if you can't see the shining star" . 

" what about the moon " they said indistinctly.

She said " Cant you see the fading moon over the past days, its not going to come now , we are on our own and here with our freedom and responsibility in the dark night which we are yet to see"


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