Few days had passed since the battered lonely mind wandered yet again to his demise. Logically he was doomed. Yes, But today he was sent not to find logic and maths and what is rational no! He was commanded to bring irrational funny imaginative story of flying great big beasts and candies
'Ah damnit'
'I am so not the guy for this'
'He should've asked the heart, That guy is totally nuts and crazy and a bit psycopathic too if you ask me'
But heart was already broken. There was noway inspiration could come from within something that was broken! No, He had to find inspiration in perfection. Something that was perfectly symmetrical. Pristine and untouched. Something pure as inspiration couldn't be lurking in this desolate hellscape, That was what he was told.
So he kept on going!
Until he reached a vast structure of what looked like great scrolls of papers hanging from the sky to the ground. The words written were so huge that he would not dare to read them. No. He felt uncomforable lurking there. He had to pass by quietly. These sayings of old were in the past now. He was not to pay them any attention and move past indifferently as the huge scrolls swayed with invisible air.
This area was where Muffakkir kept the memories and sayings he wouldnt dare ponder upon again. He was a soldier now. A strong boy. As the mind walked on a small piece of paper fell infront of it, it was a memory from Mufakkir's mother, The last words she had said!