text: Young and cold, the night slowly approached a room, filled with comfy air. Behind the blanket, surfaced a tiny little lump of hand, slowly unclenched as it crawl towards a man's arm. The man tried to close his eyes. His mind began to wander peacefully, like a solemn prayer. As the tiny fist tightly gripped his arm, he steadily detached his hand from the child's fistful grip. He hushed the little soul and said, "good night, young one." His old and crummy bones began to move. Touched the hard cold surface of the floor at last, he gently escaped the room, which in truth felt comfy, unlike the ground he stood at. Man's eyes gazed towards an area before him, which laid a logbook and a feathery ink. As steadfast as he walked across the murky and dark aisle, he felt sudden violent shake. Ceiling began to fell, and objects around him collapsed. He swiftly galloped, tried to reach his son's bedroom. But what his eyes saw, gave him hard and bitter truth, as the yet warm and pleasant room, is now in shambles. The man stood tall, stared upon the now ruined space. Wickedly shivered, the house he was in abruptly flickered. Like a hasty cut to the throat, all of a sudden he stood in an empty yet dreadful nothingness. Hours upon hours, perhaps days or months, the man won't budge and still gazed to the pitch black space. He had tried to end his miserable life but alas, the floor wouldn't let him. The lack of hard surface to collide his head, conveyed that his presence in this wretched place was all but a mere fate. He began to muttered, wailed, and yelled at what he knew as 'The Higher Power', but no one replied. The mind behind his tall appearance promptly wander, made him mad in the process. His fate dwindled down, worst and worst, as he tried to walked unbending. Could not fathom how long had he crawled towards the vast nothingness, as the time and space became irrelevant. His mind could not comprehend where he had strolled. An array of light had passed, left and right, there were woman and children, husband and father, a crowded place he was in. One man in the mob yelled at him, but he still won't budge, not even a slight head turn. Steadfast he advanced, more and more weary, the man once known to appear as human, now wickedly crawled with both hands, on the lively street. Another array of lights surfaced beneath the earth people stood on. This phenomenon occurred throughout the kingdom, even a whole continent witnessed this once in a lifetime event. Bewildered as they may, the people of this vast continent did not know what came. The age of darkness had begun and they must prepare... ================================================================================= Hi, if you would gave feedback for my sentences or writing, im not a native english speaker and this is my first attempt on making story fully worded in english. I often made my story in my mother language but if you somewhat have difficulty to understand the sentences, feel free to give me feedback.