UnThai

                The sun arose much like a shallow grave. It had caused dispute within the equinox and had fallen slumber abroad the moon. On becoming one, the sun left a decrypt shadow. Visible, it’d attain magenta instead of hanging over its usual smile; both yearning to rise with those who had not yet awakened below. While admiring across the sky in unison, they fought. Therefore, their behavior had blurred the morn in hues of auburn and navy. The composure I once knew had not existed. It was the day I’d witnessed the early flocks of spring. They rained through the evening’s sister in thin layers. The dew was thick this

Rearing the front, a chandelier dove into focus and resonated against the gay rug below. Not only did it mirrored well against marble flooring, but sunk into the door that led to a farther outlet—a world far complex. Taking no hesitation to quicken the pace, I felt something watching. Some sense of being noticed my presence and I didn’t wish to acknowledge them. It was best I take leave by sunrise. The horizons stood just beyond reach as I came face to face with my first hindrance.

Wavering company could be heard afar and the withered haired worker had continued to struggle. From the looks of it, the door refused to pry. Fiddling with its golden latch, he clung onto the lock. If he’d just put the tools aside, it would be less of a pain to tear its chain. And as if heard by the heavens, he had done as commanded. It echoed upon released as he smiled in triumph. Though, I grew resentment as he taunted its defeat. There wasn’t time in becoming a staggering torso... The more I stood, the closer my insignificant other appeared to be.

Darting around the hall, a man had been seen tinkering with a rouge figure. Tall, dainty, pale. He almost appeared ghoulish as his complexion reminded me of tales during the winter. Cursing some entity, I realized that he was blocking my way. It was urgent to move discreetly. Retracting my trace towards the corner, I turned to see the chef’s kitchen. The counter space was endless and left room for six burners. This hadn’t been an average household and may have consisted of many occupants. Beyond its range stood a dining setting for twelve; it had either been for family or the accomplice of numerous guests. Still, I had neglect

"Looking for a distraction, " Penny... Copper clutch, It was thrown against the walkway. "Though..." The aim had been low and costly. Instead of hitting the bed of flowers near his stance, it fell sharp against an oriental inspired vase. Noticing the unbalanced waves, he ran to its side. Yet unfortunately, it crackled off its pedestal and onto a cushion below. There had been padding where it sat. Whoever its owner, Pursued investments... "And so," Quickly, did presence flee onto the veranda.                       ________________________________________ What dignity remained had been left in daemon arms; outside his estate, I coul