defrosting

Cael sighed to himself, looking at his darling Anna. Of course, he looked at her through thick dry ice that was used to cryogenically freeze her. He was glad he had decided to do that, even if it wasn't what she wanted. She was so beautiful; how could he be expected to just let that beauty dissolve in flames? He would be without it for the rest of his life, which was by no stretch of the imagination a long time – he was seventy, but looked only half that age. In fact, both his children looked as if they could be his siblings. His older siblings. He'd known he was immortal from about the age of eighteen, but it didn't really impact him, not un

The night. Obscuring the light and hope of day, a dark cloud. Hope seems gone, absorbed into the endless sea of despair, conjured by some being. As if it were a prediction, darkness shrouds light, war emerges from peace, death ends life. Destined to wander throughout the darkness, enveloped into decay, like ants, fried under some magnifying glass. Night is death, destruction, despair. Night is what we all fear, But days with no nights? Pointless. Why live without faith? Faith in the cycle, the motion, of day following night. The night is not without hope. Hope exists, regardless of the situation. Hope that things become good in ba