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CRYING SHADOWS

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How many years ..... have passed? Uh..one...two...three... uh..four...five..hmm. Five years....hmm..uhhhh...haahaaahaaa...[laughing loudly] ..Finally...finally..it is ready ..I am ready... screaming loudly Indra looked at his hands then towards the glittery glowing greenish blue crystal which had been just a plain black rock for last five years. He had been waiting stuck in a room with transparent walls surrounding him. The only view he could see outside was 'Nothing'..There was nothing ..not even a single non living entity. It was dark all around..but sometimes he could see a pinkish light dispersed in the surrounding which used to disappear after some time. The room he was in had been floating in this darkness unaware of where it was heading just lost in this pin drop silence. Surprisingly he had not been hungry nor tired in these five years. But he felt he would go insane in this loneliness and eternal silence....
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A Tale between two Cities

The City full with Mask In the cold steel of the heart of London, where the River of Thames mirrors neon ambitions, powers were being weaned to a polished smile. Skyscrapers rise like monuments to wealth, and within their glass of towers the financial elites trade fortunes and secrets. Corruptions being hidden behind tailored suits and refined accents. Their reputation is a currency, and truth is a liability to them. Across the Channels, in restless Paris, the beauty of a trembles with defiance. Cafés buzz with so much whispers to manifestos, artists painting their revolution into alley walls, and their protests surge through historic streets. Romance lingers in a way that the air is full of smiles, but so does danger lies. The city is so alive with a ghost path, of lost ideals, broken promises being made, and a justice system that bends under unseen hands. When a powerful individual in London's financier system is being accused of a crime that could be so reviewed to be an exposing network of international corruption in place, the battle that led to a symbolic courtroom where the truth and lies are being collided. Evidence disappearing, with witnesses recant. Justice on its own, seems to stand trials, corrupted by their influence and fear. Amid the chaos that arises, a hidden sanctuary in the Montmartre becomes a refuge in turn with a secret loft where poets are lined, activists, and lovers dare to imagine their freedom. It is in this light, that alliances are forged and their courage is reborn. The conflict hurtles toward their climax atop a London tower, high above their glittering Thames. The windswept rooftop, masks fall away. The betrayal that met loyalty, that also confronted love with a hidden ambition. The City of Masks, which is a gripping tale of powers, rebellions, and the fragile lines in between justice and illusion, where cities become their characters, and with their survivals demands more than it's courage; it demands everything from them..
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