Dark Hefting

My world had the same aspects as my life. Its spaces were roughly the size of a fine ship. Its spirit was comparable to that of a wooden knife. There are clouds and snow in the skies tied by a clip. The motion of stars and galaxies in the universe The elevators, rail lines, various planes, and donkeys. A physical item rotates and returns to its source. Our lives were full of topics that sought to address. Witnessing people who lived long or short lives.  At the same time, the extent of people" s ideals differ. The difficulty "who do I desire to be as I grow up?". The unusual answer was, "I view to focus on myself." I'm stumbling through the darkness of ignorance. People never acquire this away from their life on Earth. They leave nothing behind except for their voice. And corpses are buried deep underground after death. I've lived and smiled; I've had a life and laughed around it. It is firm to return and unmake errors that we made. My focus is on the unseen; the scope of people's lives deviates. My memory of the 500,000 corpses will never fade.