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A scream echoed from the hallway, in the distance faint cries rang out. The shrieking was unimaginable, but I could’ve sworn I was dreaming. The refuge was slowly being destroyed and I couldn’t do anything but sit there. Was this some kind of cruel punishment? What had I done to deserve this? My teachers crowded us into corners like cattle, what was happening? I knew what was happening, I just didn’t want to admit that it was. Suddenly, we were being shoved through windows to a neighboring church. It was funny to me to see such a respected symbol of humans in absolute ruins. Once a place of worship and protection had been shattered and crippled, the stained glass covering the dusty wooden floor. It was oddly pretty. Pretty? Pretty. Yes, it was pretty seeing how the Earth had reclaimed the old building. Walking around I could’ve told you I’d heard the old hymns and prayers still stored in the stand at the front of the home-like structure. I’d never been in a church before, it was strange how I felt about it. Explosions seemed to burst all around me, but I couldn't help but try to harmonize with them. Their steady thrum and then decline made it so easy to sing to. It was a shame that most creatives had been banned, we were so close to what people in the 21st century were like. So why couldn’t we have what they did? I gave up long ago trying to figure that out, but had given up since I was reprimanded for thinking without direction and that “Such things should not concern a young man of your age!” I thought it was foolish that people believed the Black Plague didn’t happen. Yet here I was. Claiming infinity wasn’t a number but an elaborate concept because it couldn’t be measured. Or that no matter how much I was made fun of I still believed that writing and poetry wasn’t “girly’ Molds do not matter to me because I fit no mold. I enjoy all subjects, even art and music. Yet the idea of school makes me want to sleep. Older rock and metal music is just as good as opera, art comes in many different forms, and not everyone's the same. But in my day of age opinions and truth have no place, for there can be opinion in truth, meaning it is wrong. But to be without feelings means a world without reason or enjoyment, and without that life will then lose all meaning. Because if we get to that point we will all be the same, and if we’re all the same then we do not need to exist for we will no longer serve purpose. A poor day to be Icarus.