And then one day, the door to my rib cage slammed shut with a reverberating clang that made everything inside freeze. The creature's light shifted, like a candle on the brink of being extinguished due to a violent windstorm.
The creature began to starve. The colors faded as it tried desperately to keep up appearances. But food runs out and paint chips and batteries run dry. Music replaced by thunder. A dancing heart replaced with a rock.
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Poor confused creature.
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