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It was one of those days, the dim mornings. The faint lights had pierced through the sleek glass, and there was light, and its beams shot by the sides of the room, directing its slides through the window frame crawling through the wooden flooring. There had been a weary body lain atop the bed, over the wearisome toils it had, and the tough experience it had gone through for the hours passed.

In a dream of a vast white expanse, this one fair-haired man had been tucked tightly in his dreams, snugly under his soft blanket and on a cotton pillowcase ideal for rest.

His eyes were captured by blurriness, and the state of his mind blank and uncertain. Yes and this fair-haired one stood right amid his dream, he did not shiver, nor did his gaze go out, they were all set on a direct focus, right upon a black figure cloaked behind a pile of mist. This figure stood in his sight right before him, waving from behind the clouding mists, as if a shadow, waving towards him in utterly soft and gentle movements. Then an abrupt ray of light dashed at his direction so quickly and set his eyes aflame, his eyes burned in inexplicable agony, and yelled at the top of his vocal cords, screaming. Going into a state of complete obliviousness, his sight shifted constantly between brightness and darkness.

His voice was heard in the surrounding atmosphere, even from one observable distance afar, although great and vast and unconfined was the land, the man was himself struck by a binding vision, one which he recalled his dreams of a long past. Putting himself in indescribable sorrow, agony, rage, and all that one could call upon themselves in the worst of conditions. Affliction was clear and pain vivid.

As the roaring terrible sight had taken its toll on him, in his silent room which somnolence had rested its feet on, the sight of reality came clear to his eyes, more lucid as the seconds ran by. Now, his entire complexion was soaked in an utter perspiration, one as clear and as remembered as that of a memory, and he recalled of the days, of a romantic past where he had spent his nights and days out. The past was as familiar as some seconds behind, to him. It had been a year ever since the time he could even recall of this sweetness, and though it was rosy and pleasant, it hurt him with brutal honesty. To visualize and redo the adventures he had already gone past, the utter pleasure and gratification, for an innumerable amount of repetitions. For in every encounter with the past meant a comparison with the present time he was going through. How sweet were the memories of the past, yet it hurt him to know that he was here at this hour. Those things that clung to his bulk of profound history moved him even more. Yet he was cautious to see that no one gained ample comprehension of his being and what had formed him to be who he was.

The man was in deep longing, and his thirst was that of one unquenchable, other than by fire. He would have to go through much until he could grasp hold of what he once had and was now lost in an indefinite land, and he was now in desperation. Eager and unhesitatingly, the man got up on his solid arms and straight up on his feet. He sought, and his desire would not go away, and no one knew what he sought.

He was in an adventure, embarking on a new one, after all his endeavors and long-contemplated decisions to toss the past behind, he had come down to the finality of things that he could not give in, not to his desire to undo the past. After much contemplation, it was one to outdo it. With woes, yet simultaneously joyed and longed after.

He was a steady worker, sometimes flaring up the governors who hired him to work. Though he would work to a state of fatality and making his sweated works into his doom, but in a noble way. Even when there were times of becoming a nuisance to others and flaring the governors of the land, they enjoyed his presence, for in all he did, he excelled. He outpaced all workers in the land, and not due to his excellencies at work for great craftsmanship or that of having great skills as one master of all, but that he lacked nothing in him.

The governors were in gladness and he had been given much, yet on this day, he was moved by something, seemingly more profound than that of love. An inclination, a deep desire, a motivation, one never ever experienced in the past.

There was much of what one could define as a social presence in himself, one big and vast that many knew about. There were a lot who would enjoy an association with the man himself, and many others who were willing and enjoyed honoring themselves as being a friend. Yet in those remarks and impressions, the man did not show delight nor fancied them. There was more scorn in fame than gladness for him, every one moment involving his name, he would undermine it by declaring himself unworthy. No one knew, indeed no one knew. Even the self-proclaimed friends of his had never gazed into the endless abyss that surrounded his life. Looking directly at the man gave everyone, often, an impression of depth and mystery, though his hands were fruitful, yet the overarching sorrow, though visible was neither explicable nor decipherable, indeed, the man kept the details out of sight. Even as they questioned among themselves for a countless number of times, no one understood the complex build of his character.

On one fine day, when all had been done and nothing was lacking on the governors of the land, the man had uttered a simple farewell to them, and nothing had been revealed to them as to why he was to make an abrupt exit and wave good-byes to a lucrative standard of living he had. The man dropped a simple line in his exit, leaving a message to them.
'My friends, I am leaving today not for any reasons of escaping, but for that I may be happy.'

Everyone was left in wonder, and confusions, all questioned of his whereabouts, the companions he had, those whom he had once shared his cup, those who had been around him for a while, and the governors of the land, all questioned among themselves yet to no avail. In vain efforts they were but in wonder.

Description
It was one of those days, the dim mornings. The faint lights had pierced through the sleek glass, and there was light, and its beams shot by the sides of the room, directing its slides through the window frame crawling through the wooden flooring. There had been a weary body lain atop the bed, over the wearisome toils it had, and the tough experience it had gone through for the hours passed.

In a dream of a vast white expanse, this one fair-haired man had been tucked tightly in his dreams, snugly under his soft blanket and on a cotton pillowcase ideal for rest.

His eyes were captured by blurriness, and the state of his mind blank and uncertain. Yes and this fair-haired one stood right amid his dream, he did not shiver, nor did his gaze go out, they were all set on a direct focus, right upon a black figure cloaked behind a pile of mist. This figure stood in his sight right before him, waving from behind the clouding mists, as if a shadow, waving towards him in utterly soft and gentle movements. Then an abrupt ray of light dashed at his direction so quickly and set his eyes aflame, his eyes burned in inexplicable agony, and yelled at the top of his vocal cords, screaming. Going into a state of complete obliviousness, his sight shifted constantly between brightness and darkness.

His voice was heard in the surrounding atmosphere, even from one observable distance afar, although great and vast and unconfined was the land, the man was himself struck by a binding vision, one which he recalled his dreams of a long past. Putting himself in indescribable sorrow, agony, rage, and all that one could call upon themselves in the worst of conditions. Affliction was clear and pain vivid.

As the roaring terrible sight had taken its toll on him, in his silent room which somnolence had rested its feet on, the sight of reality came clear to his eyes, more lucid as the seconds ran by. Now, his entire complexion was soaked in an utter perspiration, one as clear and as remembered as that of a memory, and he recalled of the days, of a romantic past where he had spent his nights and days out. The past was as familiar as some seconds behind, to him. It had been a year ever since the time he could even recall of this sweetness, and though it was rosy and pleasant, it hurt him with brutal honesty. To visualize and redo the adventures he had already gone past, the utter pleasure and gratification, for an innumerable amount of repetitions. For in every encounter with the past meant a comparison with the present time he was going through. How sweet were the memories of the past, yet it hurt him to know that he was here at this hour. Those things that clung to his bulk of profound history moved him even more. Yet he was cautious to see that no one gained ample comprehension of his being and what had formed him to be who he was.

The man was in deep longing, and his thirst was that of one unquenchable, other than by fire. He would have to go through much until he could grasp hold of what he once had and was now lost in an indefinite land, and he was now in desperation. Eager and unhesitatingly, the man got up on his solid arms and straight up on his feet. He sought, and his desire would not go away, and no one knew what he sought.

He was in an adventure, embarking on a new one, after all his endeavors and long-contemplated decisions to toss the past behind, he had come down to the finality of things that he could not give in, not to his desire to undo the past. After much contemplation, it was one to outdo it. With woes, yet simultaneously joyed and longed after.

He was a steady worker, sometimes flaring up the governors who hired him to work. Though he would work to a state of fatality and making his sweated works into his doom, but in a noble way. Even when there were times of becoming a nuisance to others and flaring the governors of the land, they enjoyed his presence, for in all he did, he excelled. He outpaced all workers in the land, and not due to his excellencies at work for great craftsmanship or that of having great skills as one master of all, but that he lacked nothing in him.

The governors were in gladness and he had been given much, yet on this day, he was moved by something, seemingly more profound than that of love. An inclination, a deep desire, a motivation, one never ever experienced in the past.

There was much of what one could define as a social presence in himself, one big and vast that many knew about. There were a lot who would enjoy an association with the man himself, and many others who were willing and enjoyed honoring themselves as being a friend. Yet in those remarks and impressions, the man did not show delight nor fancied them. There was more scorn in fame than gladness for him, every one moment involving his name, he would undermine it by declaring himself unworthy. No one knew, indeed no one knew. Even the self-proclaimed friends of his had never gazed into the endless abyss that surrounded his life. Looking directly at the man gave everyone, often, an impression of depth and mystery, though his hands were fruitful, yet the overarching sorrow, though visible was neither explicable nor decipherable, indeed, the man kept the details out of sight. Even as they questioned among themselves for a countless number of times, no one understood the complex build of his character.

On one fine day, when all had been done and nothing was lacking on the governors of the land, the man had uttered a simple farewell to them, and nothing had been revealed to them as to why he was to make an abrupt exit and wave good-byes to a lucrative standard of living he had. The man dropped a simple line in his exit, leaving a message to them.
'My friends, I am leaving today not for any reasons of escaping, but for that I may be happy.'

Everyone was left in wonder, and confusions, all questioned of his whereabouts, the companions he had, those whom he had once shared his cup, those who had been around him for a while, and the governors of the land, all questioned among themselves yet to no avail. In vain efforts they were but in wonder.