(this one is short as fuck but here it is)
A young boy laid on his bed listening to the many clocks in his room ticking as he stared at the ceiling.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Nothing feels right; it almost feels like he's running out of time.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
What is he missing? What's wrong with him? Why is he just staring at the plain ceiling? He sat up and stared at the countless candles on his floor and room, why are they there? He doesn't know, all he knows is that he is running out of time.
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