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 Sylo opens the tarnished door of Maya's room.  Her door made that familiar rotten creak when he entered.  The sifting daylight from the tattered white curtains gave the small room a melancholy appearance.  He walks to the curtains across the room and begins to sneeze from the lingering dust in the air.  Struggling for air, he pushes the window open to shine whatever daylight he could get from the city.  Thanks to the large buildings across the street, the sunlight made little progress to the room, but it was bright enough to see all the dust resting on the pieces of furniture.  A glint came across his right eye.  He turns to see a metal pict

        This was the day the sky began to cry, when my life had turned completely inverted, when the sky became my soil and the earth became my clouds.  I will never forget the day my parents and I returned from our trip to find nothing to return to.  We flew across the Pacific in one of my father's masterpieces – a small plane that could carry a dozen people around the world in one trip.  He told me how it worked while mentioning what little fuel it needed with the help of energy from the sun.  The world saw him as Vincent Dae, the brilliant chief engineer and designer of aircrafts for a global corporation.  A man who created things tha

The winter season arrives.  Crystal petals parachute down from the floating cotton.  Very little life can traverse through the bitter sharp air.  A white coveted individual passes through cloaked in a veil of pure emptiness flowing through her body.  Her travels leave trails of white blankets draping over terrain, restricting the flow of life.  The female of statuesque skin approaches a meadow touched by the sun's breath.  A woman stood facing her presence, shouldering nothing but untamable waves of light crowned before her brow.  They fixate on each other gauging their reaction when a brown cub skips between them grasping their attention as

Cold factories trapped in time, ruled by the infinite cycle of creation and destruction.  Dozens of buildings function themselves to put metal components together to create parts and pieces of its existence.  The hand that creates will soon become a part of its creation.  To assemble and disassemble.  A rebirth of metal.

Bryan wakes up to Gus' tongue - his golden lab and lovable member of the family.  The slobber travels across his nose to the child's slumping eyes bringing a warm morning.  The two perform their carefree routine: breakfast from mother, fetching the ball, sandwiches under the tree, tug-of-war with a rag, supper with mother and father, and television before bedtime.  The mother and father try to hold back the tears before their child's laughter.  The winter season arrives and the boy calls Gus to play fetch in the snow.   Gus is nowhere to be seen.  Only his parents can hear the boy's long calls.  Confused, he pours his friend's favorite treats

A young woman stands before the ocean breeze.  She strides for the steady ebb and flow.  The white grain wrapping her toes.  Her eyes kept, she plays the lyrical melody sung to her early years.  Reenacting the performance of blue, her body twirls over the waves, caressing the mist, welcoming the life lingering beneath her.  The sea moves in tandem to her presence following the tempo of her piece, her center, her beauty.