The moon shines brightly up there in the sky, no clouds to cover the bright moonlight coming down to the ground. A boy around the age of six to seven years old look at the moon while leaning onto a pole of light. ‘A moon. How very similar’ he seems to think to himself. His face shows a contorted expression. His breathing is hard and he is sweating profusely all over his body, shivering. He looks at the light above his head It is a street light and it is flickering like it is about to die. A few kilometers from him is a great fire that ravages a corn field, the heat could be felt even from this distance He looks at the fire in the distance. He shakes his head a bit like he is trying to shakes off the dizziness. ‘hah, hah, hah’ he panted. Every word, every move, every breath seems to pain him. Dripping from the side of his right rib is blood, a wound on his skin Like the ticking sound of a clock, it falls every few seconds. There is a trail of blood from the corn fi...
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