Dear Reader,
The sky is dark within this misty prism, which I call home. The ground beneath me is primarily made up of cracked, gray stones. Moss grows from a few of them, shrouding the gray wasteland with green. Actually, it's the only green here. The land stretches about five thousand bison wide, at its widest point. Fair, this is an unusual unit of measure, but before we arrived on this land, we were told that it once was the home of thousands of bison. Eagles soared in the sky, trees covered the skyline, and rivers flowed, providing water to the vast wildlife. This land, or "country", was over 300 times wider than this island! We were told stories of attempted journeys throughout the country. The people living there built up a gargantuan civilization, with towns and cities flowing together - tied together by roads and train rails.
Now, clearly, something went wrong. Terribly wrong. You see, the people living here were somewhat self-obsessed and taken over by pride. When they traveled across the country, discovering new areas to build over, they overlooked a region on the map. However, once this came to their attention, the high-ruling officials decided to keep it a secret, as to not admit that they had been wrong when they finalized the map of their country. They didn't want citizens thinking of them as imbeciles, even though they probably were.
When they finally sent people to explore the land, which was in the middle of a desert, something seemed off. Each person that stepped foot in it died very unusually. One man's body was found in a cave, with his mouth stitched together. So his last word was probably something like "Mtuimwi!", which his explorer buddy probably would've heard, had she not been found tied to a tree with no thumbs or pinkies. Strange, especially since there was no blood, and the wounds were carefully stitched together. Additionally, all the bodies were found bloodless, and a weird mist was emitted from each of them.
As fatalities increased, the public grew suspicious. They began to realize that there were hundreds of people now going missing every year, and the government was trying to cover up their deaths. So, they staged a revolt, and (not so)miraculously, they lost. At this point, the government was furious at their citizens for fighting them and attempting a revolt, so they divided the population into groups of three thousand people each, and placed each group into their own prison. Now, the problem that ensued was that there weren't enough people to control the prisons and the inevitable happened. There was another revolution.
This time, almost the entire population fought back because they were being kept in inhumane conditions at their jails. Finally, the people won, and the government officials vanished to foreign islands, where they disappeared forever. The only problem with this new freedom was that these people had no idea how to rule a nation, and the mysterious land was still unbeknownst to them. A similar fate met the people that decided to settle on the barren land - the mysterious, killer land - that met the government-funded explorers. Many millions more died there, over a few decades, until eventually, the new civilization succumbed to its threats.
With over half of the nation's population wiped away, the creatures that inhabited the mysterious land rose up, and they ruled the nation. These creatures were twice the size of a bison, and they had large fangs and gray fur. But, these creatures only ruled for about a hundred years, before the country began to break apart - literally. Chunks of land broke off from the mainland. The strangest part of it was that these chunks of land made pentagons, which were all the exact same size. Once all the chunks broke off, unusual glass walls and ceilings appeared on top of the islands - creating thousands of glass prisms. Soon, the dirt on the ground of the prisms vanished, and all that is left are stones. The only green left is the moss that lives on the stones.
The people that sent me here were the rulers of my home country - all the way across an ocean. As they observed the once rich and prosperous nation fall to pieces, they decided to send boats of people, with no supplies, to inhabit the prisms as some sort of sick, twisted science experiment. When my boat, about 20 people, arrived at my prism, one man stood in the center of the prism. As we encroached on his land, a door appeared, which automatically opened when we came to just a few feet of it. We entered cautiously, for the man hadn't moved or blinked since we came into his sights. By the time we came to about two bison's length across from him, we could finally see him clearly. He was about six feet tall, wearing dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a skull on it. His hands were frozen in his back jean pockets, and his mouth was stuck in a slight smile, without any teeth showing. Weirdly, his feet were bare, with no socks or shoes.
Now scared, my group and I stared at each other with shocked stares. Silently, we came to the conclusion that I would approach the man and greet him - if he was even alive. Slowly, I walked toward him, with each step, my shoes created a loud thump against the rocks. At about an arm's length from the man, I stepped in some slimy moss, and I felt the urge to take off my shoes and socks.
Step
The beating sun was shining through the glass ceiling, so I took off my jacket. Underneath was a black t-shirt with a skull and bones design on the front. I don't remember ever putting that shirt on, but at this point, my memory has gone foggy.
Step
Only the length of my foot separated us. At this point, the shining sun was making me sweat, causing my sweatpants to fall down - revealing a pair of blue jeans.
Step
Now, we're standing next to each other. I looked into his eyes, but they were glossy and empty. Looking up and around, I noticed eerie darkness around me. The sun seemed to have disappear. Beneath me, there were no rocks or moss, instead, there was a black box, which released a droning static sound. The box stung my feet, and I felt a strong jolt travel through my body. From my thumbs, pinkies, and my closed mouth, a mist began spewing through. With my last push of energy, I turned my head. Looking at the man beside me, I noticed the same mist spewing out of his body.
What have I become?
My fingers are freezi-
Sincerely,
A humidifier
The sky is dark within this misty prism, which I call home. The ground beneath me is primarily made up of cracked, gray stones. Moss grows from a few of them, shrouding the gray wasteland with green. Actually, it's the only green here. The land stretches about five thousand bison wide, at its widest point. Fair, this is an unusual unit of measure, but before we arrived on this land, we were told that it once was the home of thousands of bison. Eagles soared in the sky, trees covered the skyline, and rivers flowed, providing water to the vast wildlife. This land, or "country", was over 300 times wider than this island! We were told stories of attempted journeys throughout the country. The people living there built up a gargantuan civilization, with towns and cities flowing together - tied together by roads and train rails.
Now, clearly, something went wrong. Terribly wrong. You see, the people living here were somewhat self-obsessed and taken over by pride. When they traveled across the country, discovering new areas to build over, they overlooked a region on the map. However, once this came to their attention, the high-ruling officials decided to keep it a secret, as to not admit that they had been wrong when they finalized the map of their country. They didn't want citizens thinking of them as imbeciles, even though they probably were.
When they finally sent people to explore the land, which was in the middle of a desert, something seemed off. Each person that stepped foot in it died very unusually. One man's body was found in a cave, with his mouth stitched together. So his last word was probably something like "Mtuimwi!", which his explorer buddy probably would've heard, had she not been found tied to a tree with no thumbs or pinkies. Strange, especially since there was no blood, and the wounds were carefully stitched together. Additionally, all the bodies were found bloodless, and a weird mist was emitted from each of them.
As fatalities increased, the public grew suspicious. They began to realize that there were hundreds of people now going missing every year, and the government was trying to cover up their deaths. So, they staged a revolt, and (not so)miraculously, they lost. At this point, the government was furious at their citizens for fighting them and attempting a revolt, so they divided the population into groups of three thousand people each, and placed each group into their own prison. Now, the problem that ensued was that there weren't enough people to control the prisons and the inevitable happened. There was another revolution.
This time, almost the entire population fought back because they were being kept in inhumane conditions at their jails. Finally, the people won, and the government officials vanished to foreign islands, where they disappeared forever. The only problem with this new freedom was that these people had no idea how to rule a nation, and the mysterious land was still unbeknownst to them. A similar fate met the people that decided to settle on the barren land - the mysterious, killer land - that met the government-funded explorers. Many millions more died there, over a few decades, until eventually, the new civilization succumbed to its threats.
With over half of the nation's population wiped away, the creatures that inhabited the mysterious land rose up, and they ruled the nation. These creatures were twice the size of a bison, and they had large fangs and gray fur. But, these creatures only ruled for about a hundred years, before the country began to break apart - literally. Chunks of land broke off from the mainland. The strangest part of it was that these chunks of land made pentagons, which were all the exact same size. Once all the chunks broke off, unusual glass walls and ceilings appeared on top of the islands - creating thousands of glass prisms. Soon, the dirt on the ground of the prisms vanished, and all that is left are stones. The only green left is the moss that lives on the stones.
The people that sent me here were the rulers of my home country - all the way across an ocean. As they observed the once rich and prosperous nation fall to pieces, they decided to send boats of people, with no supplies, to inhabit the prisms as some sort of sick, twisted science experiment. When my boat, about 20 people, arrived at my prism, one man stood in the center of the prism. As we encroached on his land, a door appeared, which automatically opened when we came to just a few feet of it. We entered cautiously, for the man hadn't moved or blinked since we came into his sights. By the time we came to about two bison's length across from him, we could finally see him clearly. He was about six feet tall, wearing dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a skull on it. His hands were frozen in his back jean pockets, and his mouth was stuck in a slight smile, without any teeth showing. Weirdly, his feet were bare, with no socks or shoes.
Now scared, my group and I stared at each other with shocked stares. Silently, we came to the conclusion that I would approach the man and greet him - if he was even alive. Slowly, I walked toward him, with each step, my shoes created a loud thump against the rocks. At about an arm's length from the man, I stepped in some slimy moss, and I felt the urge to take off my shoes and socks.
Step
The beating sun was shining through the glass ceiling, so I took off my jacket. Underneath was a black t-shirt with a skull and bones design on the front. I don't remember ever putting that shirt on, but at this point, my memory has gone foggy.
Step
Only the length of my foot separated us. At this point, the shining sun was making me sweat, causing my sweatpants to fall down - revealing a pair of blue jeans.
Step
Now, we're standing next to each other. I looked into his eyes, but they were glossy and empty. Looking up and around, I noticed eerie darkness around me. The sun seemed to have disappear. Beneath me, there were no rocks or moss, instead, there was a black box, which released a droning static sound. The box stung my feet, and I felt a strong jolt travel through my body. From my thumbs, pinkies, and my closed mouth, a mist began spewing through. With my last push of energy, I turned my head. Looking at the man beside me, I noticed the same mist spewing out of his body.
What have I become?
My fingers are freezi-
Sincerely,
A humidifier