InnerLi

Snow glanced above the dark shadow mountains, luring. Vital prints punched down the snow floors only to disappear moments later. Breezes of hard witty flakes blurred vision. The prints didn't stop. Every one of it, getting closer and closer and closer to an unknown destiny , written ages ago, rewritten now. Growl, it was heard, no more strength , no more power , no more will , no more hope , no more LOVE. sleek prints now sliding parallel to the other , slowing down, as if friction existed. Down and down it kept going. No More it called out, beaten to death and back, life was fading. Uhhgg, NO.
Enough led sorrow, enough led horror , it was time, it was time to fight back, time to grow, time to BREATHE.

CursoryLi

Silence uttered vibrations; that felt. An enormous space filled with emptiness. Vocal voices of mechanical clashes was being heard. Somewhere near; it was felt. In a trice something glazed by; unnoticed. It was grey, more to the black side with lights all over. Some in pattern, some not. Surface made of sleek metal bridges, more like a wall, but making the outer cover to this hideous place, placed in cross patterns all over. Between stay darkness, blurred and camouflaged with black. A sharp cliche of glittering scissors caught the ears. Single metal sheeted structures started moving, hovering in an organised manner; following a monotonous path. It was critical. No orbit; no home; no identity; only a manufactured planet moving through worlds, cutting through orbits; terrorising. May those created by souls feel and may those created by creations be felt.

MurkMire

Greased halls ways enchanted with fluorescence rock and mud licking fauna terrorised the ravines. Symmetrical lines cross covered the entire emporium. Fundamentals of life; a basic role in an demolished environment kept following monotonously. Undisturbed silence broke down with another glimpse of disturbed silence; it seemed non real. Light was bounded outside its reach, bioluminescence trended along. Blackness was spread, except few adjacent puddles that seemed more black. Moving deliberately, geometrically a shapeless object; it moved. Like a puddle of nothing, it moved over the surfaces frictionless, life; dimensionless it kept moving. The more resemblance given to the surrounding the more deadly it got. These mindless and perhaps boneless beings were everywhere, moving unconditionally towards one direction flooding over every obstacle; living or dead. It was slime.

Li

A ruthless piece unmelted rock revolved around a behemothic radiant star, that made its presence balmy. The light of this star scorched the surface of the rock, flames smouldering to a scatterbrained height growing disbelief. With fierce strength it injected fear and anguish into the planet. Tepid winds of agonising fire flew eroding the surface until it reaches the edge and vaporise into dismembering flakes.
Bygone the edge froze a world, diametric to this adjoining rock universe; not fronting the ablating star. Forms of ice cemented on the surface, frost-bounding to the ground. It lay laconic to the sod. Time stay still. The edge, the last point of the stars light, forthwith the changing. The light slowly reaching the lifeless frosted land and enkindled them into flames, nonchalantly burned the frozen rock. Concurrently the the grasps of the frost kingdom steamed all the flames into motionless frost giants. Solidifying every inch and tissue of every structure on this land.
It wasn't heaven; nor was it hell; it was and always will be our destiny.

Someday

Light flourished like a fruit of a ginkgo. The shoal; like tiny crystals shined upon the glittering frontispiece above. Unexplained beauty of origin; never to be known, never to be unlocked grazed upon its anatomy. Sound like music, enchanting to hear; sang along in chorus like halver a conjoint heart. A feeling of altruism; amorousness and benevolence fright down the nerves of the atmosphere like ice down the throat. Wind breezing like tardy waves down a shore, blistered with grains of aww. A perfect life; a tomorrow land; an immaculate dream until unless a venomous reality. Perhaps someday.

PolluLi

Slytherin waves of impure air flew over the dusted plateaus. Green bleached pieces of rectangular pride which slowly faded into midnights of today. Never known about its future unknown, there it lay in still motion. A squeaked noise rang over; silenced as soon as it was over. There again it battled over the deadly silence of the midnights blossom. Enormous patches of dug ground stood its place, now filled with sand and all its pride buried like unforgotten despair. Life, a monotonous cycle was lost. All beings living or dead were pushed below the pacified surface into the dreadful. Pollution once said to hover over land was now the very air that kept them alive and the very one that killed.

AfLi

Sun shrews grew over the flat mountain leaning over to the shredded sun-burn trees. Air filled with misery and silence brought death to anything that breathed. Sore pores of unwitting darkness spread in every light till it lost away to nothing. Its color none, its essence felt. It made the world a void. Soil was no longer brown, water was no longer blue. Colors were just words, words; just a thought, thought; just a memory, memory; which no longer existed. The last of  those who hid the last breaths of life called it AfLi. It wasn't alive, it never was.

There it lay so perfectly hidden, to each and every visitor until the first and final steps where onto this forsaken sphere. Sucked, they would into ploy. It wasn't evil, it was us.