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We all come into this world somehow. Some way. In some manner. How? Only the Kalan clan know.
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Its never one way. Some come on kranes, some are found in the river that passes through the Oass, some are actually born. No one can say except the Kalan. They alone can say how a child was brought into this world.
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How you leave this world however is up to your book. Every child comes with a book. Not just a book. Our destinies. ....
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Well.... Their destinies.
One book, never ending till the day you did.
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The book tells you who you are, your name, what you're supposed to be, every step of your life, calculated to run in sweet accord with every other persons.
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A new page, every new day. A new instruction, a new set of rules to follow. A new dawn.
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For as long as time has ever recorded, not a single soul has strayed from the book, for fear of the chaos disobedience will bring. One single mistake could mean the end of the world as we know it.
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Like every sweet story, this one has a black tinge. Every song of praise has a but. Every shout of joy has a drop of tear. Every season of laughter has a moment of silence. Morning has night. The sun has the moon. Darkness, light. Straight can be crooked. There's the kind, there's the wicked. Everything has its equal opposite. Ever harmony runs at parallel with chaos. And then someday, they meet. What happens then, not even the Kalan can say. For one day, out of no where, I existed. And unlike others, I am singular.
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Singular (#Wattys2016)
Adventure'For many years I have been the puzzle of existence. A mirage of life itself.' Everyone's born with his own rules. Everyone's their own person. I AM SINGULAR. * * * * * More story details the prologue.
