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.