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FIRST PARAGRAPH OF “THE MOONLIGHT WASN´T SUPPOSED TO BURN THE FLOWERS”
I walked into what felt like a warm embrace of the warmest colour. I could feel my bones go from wet to dry within seconds.The warmer colours seemed to be radiating off the flowers that I had been looking for my whole life.
Made of pure energy and no solid matter.
It was puzzling how its supersymmetry was in the dazzling form of a distant galaxy.
I had the Moon in my satchel. The satchel, made out of stardust fabric, was given to me by the only other person I met on my travels.
The only thing left to do now was to let the Moon shine over the flowers.
-Vikram Pradhan
Innsent 16.7.2026, birt 25.7.2026