There is darkness all around. The atmosphere is sad and heavy. A lone shape moves through the darkness. A humanoid shape made up of silvery blue glass. Silvery glass fragments follow in it's wake. It's sad and lost there is nothing here. It looks down at it's hands as if it has just realized it has a body.
It walks alone, a dark never ending path. It's looking for a purpose but there is nothing. It's falls and weeps. A single tear falls down to the ground. A blooming blue glass flower appears. Startled it backs up. The fragment studies the flower and pokes it. The flower bends at it's touch. For once it has a reason to keep going.
There are shapes everywhere now. The fragment creates and grows it's creations. The darkness no longer presses down on the lone figure. It feels alive for the first time in years. Nothing matters but it's creations. The fragment takes pride in all of it's work each having something unique and special about it.
The darkness turns to light. The fragment is whole.
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IGN CALLS IT 10/10 Puts CoD to shame GAMESPOT SAYS 10/10 Its repetitive Totally Legit Writing Company said "I have no idea what I'm reading, where did you find this an Internet forum" The institute for the study of Wumbology says: "Its an amazing short story, but I know you stole it off the internet 0/10 for plagiarism but give the author of the story 10/10" The kid who was just kicked out of that institute said: "Goddamint now how will I get a degree in burger flipping. Screw you internet" [spoiler]but seriously well done[/spoiler]