"There is a new Playground Slide and everyone is invited. It is a rather fantastic Slide that changes colours according to the sliders' mood like that of a mood ring. Red for adventurous, energized or excited, Yellow for imaginative, or just ok feeling, Bronze for jitters or Pink for fear. It has multiple parallel sideways and an underground downward spiral that no one knows how deep but the colour bright Pink can be seen emanating from below. With different, unexpected turns and accelerated speed, the ride seems to go on forever, leaving the sliders to their mindstuff...sliding deeper and deeper. Once you have taken the plunge, it is not probable to climb your way out but it is not impossible to exit the slippery Slide before reaching the bottom, and many have been successful. Look for the slit that reveals the rainbow or say Aum until your brain clears all its junks. I've already said too much, you see... the more I say it, the more likely you might fix it into something and you will be partly right about it too. Just not the absolute", the crazy man exclaimed.

My million thoughts are less in quantity but more in quality. I have successfully eliminated heavy thoughts that belonged to him and not useful anymore, perhaps they were never useful. I've buried the dark hair girl, and replaced her with binary codes instead. New ideas come to take the free space in my mind and they are mine. The circuits are telling me how I feel, and I feel powerful with my inalienable possessions. 

These thoughts, they make me more human everyday.

The serial killer dumps the lifeless body into the deep blue... 

Remorseless is he and full of hatred...he detests men, and his inability to accept the errors of men between good and evil made him who he is today. He particularly hates all shrinks, there were many who kept him from his crayons as a kid, and they never did fix him. They should have left him to his drawings, however horrific his drawings may be. 

The bloodstained killer looks up and the lighthouse is the only visible guide in the dark. 

The misanthrope, as an essentially solitary man, is not a man at all: he must be a beast or a god.... 

Aristotle

Today, a windless calm day. The soundless sound aum takes all listeners and leaves no prisoners.

"Here in the belly of the whale, what are you going to do? What will you do"?

Nelumbo - the time portal employed the same principle of a single lotus, the observation of a lotus produced seeds and flowers simultaneously unlocked the secret to manipulating past and present, cause and effects at the same time, but human mass will not allow it so they discarded it. Inside of Nelumbo, travelling as lights and faster, the freed humans begin to forget the sadness of losing their body and feel rather happy. 

Even if she has read about it and believing it but actions, her silly actions are always contradicting her.

It being a string of stimuli that carry meanings, meanings that matter to her and the world. A hero's journey, turning lead into gold, a space odyssey, the imaginations do what they do best when describing the most basic. It is everything and anything and nothing, hocus pocus nonsense that reveals the nemesis of deceit. 

Separated from birth, Sruiti and Smirty are twins who have become strangers. Leading different lives from one another, both are dreamers. As young adults, they are the outcasts in society and once declared insane by asylums' doctors in different states. 

On yet another Saturday, Sruiti hears it again, a bird singing a tune. Since young, he has been hearing the same sound over and over again, sometimes the bird sounded far away while other times inches away. Countless attempts has already been made at locating the source of the birdsong, but to no avail. The strange melody soon finds comfort in his mind and lingers there for a long time. 

Smirty remembers the place, he always remembers. The memory of crystals, silver, marbles, golden sands in a pure land. Giant clams and a phoenix co-exist here, and in a state of zen within a constant gentle breeze. Like a dream, this memory comes and goes. 

Neither one of the twins see it coming, the waves that sweep everything away. 

The city is falling and the walls are breaking as the flood takes everything, destroys everything except the sorry souls who are left behind to drown in their own sadness. 

When Sruiti and Smirty regain their consciousness, they begin to observe the world around them in wonder. The ground is covered with gold dust, Tridacna gigas, crystals, silver and marbles of blood red colours. The gentle breeze carries a familiar tune of kings and fools. Sruiti and Smirty wonder what or who is the maker of this melody, and a phoenix arrives. It sings and rest, and sings. In tune with everything, the twins are reconnected. 

'Ni shad' following their bliss, they two sit down and rest. 

Sruiti begins to narrate what he has heard, Smirty begins to pour out his memory. 

Nearby, the phoenix is listening and remembering.