zazzimia

The day was here. Within the solid, great walls that were so strong yet made of the lightest matter, our souls and minds were buzzing. You could almost taste the atmosphere, fear, apprehension and excitement. The sound at the beginning was just a murmur of voice, some mumbling, high pitched, some as low as the far end of a piano, some animals were also making sounds. Then it was quiet Is silence a sound? Because it was pressing down on my ears now, envolping me, consuming all of my thoughts in the most greediest manner. The smell of our surroundings was perplexing. Under our feet was a stink that made my nose burn, it smelled like cinders, t