Write a short story describing the discovery of a Green Lantern Ring by a random bystander. Write it in the style of Kevin Smith or Grant Morrison.
system
ek yadrichhik darshak dwaara ek green laalaten ring kii khoj kaa varnan karte hue ek choti kahani likhen.ise kevin smith yaa grant morrison kii style main likhen.
user
clay ne antat cowering band kar diya, dhire -dhire jameen par apane bhrun kii sthiti se khud ko prakat kiya.dhaatu ko durghatnagrast hone or footpath kaa visphot karne kii aawaaj jaldi se sulagane kii awaz main feeki pad gai.ek shandaar hare rang kii roshni ab tak maujuud melbox ke peeche se hi daali gai, purv patron ke katare or jameen par dhumrapaan karnaa or dhire-dhire hawa ke jhonke par tairnaa.

khud ko ek sthaayee sthiti main waapas khinchate hue or yah sunishchit karne ke liye jaanch karte hue ki kisi ne uski asthaayee kaayarta ko nahin dekha, yuvak dhire -dhire chamak par chadh gaya, uske dimag ke peeche ek choti si aawaaj jo vikiran or mairi curi ke bare main uski chintaa kar rahi thi.iske bajaay, ek varg plastic (yaa shaayad ceremic? yaa steel?) container kii tarah kya dikhataa tha, melbox ke avasheshon main baitha, lagbhag do main fata, hari batti baahar fail gai."agar yah radiodharmee he, to main pehle se hi bandhua hum," unhone kaha, "kaaran" kii bhaybheet aawaaj ko andekha karte hue.

ek choti si hari anguthi.saafe.un green laalaten main se ek kii tarah.kya yah ek power ring he?"koi rasta nahin he. sachmuch koi rasta nahin he," unhone sochaa, uske baad, "sachmuch har samay kahana band karo."usne ek bhi vichaar ke bina apane haath par anguthi ko khiskaa diya.ek kshan baad, ek vishaal nile buudhe aadmi kaa rup uske upar loom gaya, jo vaastavik duniya par khud ko thopata he.

"zuvan sur?"aadmi ne kaha.

"kshamaa karen, nahin. main vah nahin hum. main mitti hum."

"mitti. yah maanav lagata he. prithvi."kya boodha aadmi gambhir tha?"dobaaraa."haan, or uskaa haath he, uske chehre par."phir se. kya bhi he - main ise letaa hum ki aap prithvi se hai?"

"haan, mujhe kahan se hona chahie?"

"aapako Ungara se hona chahie or aapkaa naam zuvan sur hona chahie. lekin aap mitti hai. thik he. hamane pehle kiya tha. thik he. haan, yah ek power ring he, or haan, yah aapako ek anantim green laalaten banaata he. kripaya khadey ho jaojab ham kisi ko aapako laane ke liye bhejte hai or aapako gati pradaan karte hai, to mujhe lagata he. "

"ruko, vaah! kya mujhe isamen koi kahana he?"clay kaa baayen haath sahaj rup se ring main apane daahine taraf papadi.

"aakhirkaar, nishchit rup se. lekin abhi, hamen isse nipatane kii jarurat he. jald hi milte hai."chhavi feeki padati he, vaastavik duniya ko chhod detii he, or garib mitti ke liye garib laalaten ke ujjwal laal rang ke baalo ke liye jaldi se aa rahi he, garib mitti par vichaar karne ke liye.
assistant
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<|user|>
ek yadrichhik darshak dwaara ek green laalaten ring kii khoj kaa varnan karte hue ek choti kahani likhen.ise kevin smith yaa grant morrison kii style main likhen.</s>
<|assistant|>
clay ne antat cowering band kar diya, dhire -dhire jameen par apane bhrun kii sthiti se khud ko prakat kiya.dhaatu ko durghatnagrast hone or footpath kaa visphot karne kii aawaaj jaldi se sulagane kii awaz main feeki pad gai.ek shandaar hare rang kii roshni ab tak maujuud melbox ke peeche se hi daali gai, purv patron ke katare or jameen par dhumrapaan karnaa or dhire-dhire hawa ke jhonke par tairnaa.

khud ko ek sthaayee sthiti main waapas khinchate hue or yah sunishchit karne ke liye jaanch karte hue ki kisi ne uski asthaayee kaayarta ko nahin dekha, yuvak dhire -dhire chamak par chadh gaya, uske dimag ke peeche ek choti si aawaaj jo vikiran or mairi curi ke bare main uski chintaa kar rahi thi.iske bajaay, ek varg plastic (yaa shaayad ceremic? yaa steel?) container kii tarah kya dikhataa tha, melbox ke avasheshon main baitha, lagbhag do main fata, hari batti baahar fail gai."agar yah radiodharmee he, to main pehle se hi bandhua hum," unhone kaha, "kaaran" kii bhaybheet aawaaj ko andekha karte hue.

ek choti si hari anguthi.saafe.un green laalaten main se ek kii tarah.kya yah ek power ring he?"koi rasta nahin he. sachmuch koi rasta nahin he," unhone sochaa, uske baad, "sachmuch har samay kahana band karo."usne ek bhi vichaar ke bina apane haath par anguthi ko khiskaa diya.ek kshan baad, ek vishaal nile buudhe aadmi kaa rup uske upar loom gaya, jo vaastavik duniya par khud ko thopata he.

"zuvan sur?"aadmi ne kaha.

"kshamaa karen, nahin. main vah nahin hum. main mitti hum."

"mitti. yah maanav lagata he. prithvi."kya boodha aadmi gambhir tha?"dobaaraa."haan, or uskaa haath he, uske chehre par."phir se. kya bhi he - main ise letaa hum ki aap prithvi se hai?"

"haan, mujhe kahan se hona chahie?"

"aapako Ungara se hona chahie or aapkaa naam zuvan sur hona chahie. lekin aap mitti hai. thik he. hamane pehle kiya tha. thik he. haan, yah ek power ring he, or haan, yah aapako ek anantim green laalaten banaata he. kripaya khadey ho jaojab ham kisi ko aapako laane ke liye bhejte hai or aapako gati pradaan karte hai, to mujhe lagata he. "

"ruko, vaah! kya mujhe isamen koi kahana he?"clay kaa baayen haath sahaj rup se ring main apane daahine taraf papadi.

"aakhirkaar, nishchit rup se. lekin abhi, hamen isse nipatane kii jarurat he. jald hi milte hai."chhavi feeki padati he, vaastavik duniya ko chhod detii he, or garib mitti ke liye garib laalaten ke ujjwal laal rang ke baalo ke liye jaldi se aa rahi he, garib mitti par vichaar karne ke liye.</s>
