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Universes
Posted Tuesday, March 26, 2024
1mo
INFP
Aquarius
Frozen in time
In the bustling cacophony of the school cafeteria, where laughter and chatter meld into a symphony of youthful exuberance, there sits a boy, an island of solitude in a sea of camaraderie. His hair, a tousled mane of dirty blonde, crowns his head like a disheveled halo, while freckles dance across his cheeks, a constellation mapping the innocence of his youth. His eyes, a vibrant green, hold the world at bay, observing but never partaking. Clad in a snow jacket that speaks of better days, its retro green sleeves and blue center adorned with a V-shaped purple stripe, he is a portrait of resilience. The jacket, puffy and tattered, tells a tale of countless winters braved. His snow pants, torn at the seams, whisper of adventures and misadventures alike. And those shoes, the grayish New Balances, worn down from journeys untold, rest silently beneath the table. He watches, always watches. The other children, with their smiles as bright as the sun, seem to him like actors on a stage, performing the ritual of friendship and joy. He observes a teacher, a beacon of guidance, nurturing the seed of potential in a young mind eager for the math competition that looms on the horizon. The lunch monitors, in their yellow garb, parade around with an air of authority that belies their tender years. And then there's the table of the "unpopular" ones, the misfits who find strength in their shared solitude. They are the protagonists of their own stories, the underdogs who will rise to claim their place in the sun. Their bonds, forged in the fires of adversity, are destined to endure. But our boy, the silent observer at the end of the table, remains an enigma. The world spins on, tales are spun, and heroes are born, yet he is the footnote in the pages of life, too transient to imprint his essence upon the tapestry of memories. He moves, a ghost through the halls of time, too wary to anchor himself to any one place, any one moment. Years will pass, and his memory will flicker like a candle in the wind, visible only in these frozen snapshots of time. No stories will herald his name, no songs will lament his passing. He is the invisible, the forgotten, encased in the clearest of ice, seen by none, known by none, a whisper in the silence of eternity.
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