12:01- an as escape fell through perfection was clear again but the darkness still scard with potential grounded to the floor.

And all that could be heard was sound.
Sounds that screamed and railed but formed no words.
Just force of disorientated confusion.

the voice was left in silence unsure if the world had always been so dead. How could there only be one word on the page that had been torn by so many pens.