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       He looked. The day was just dawning. He was on a tree. At least, the branch of a tree. His eyes met with the rustic rays of the apt azure. He was conscious of what effect they would have on him. A part of him feared or did dread their ferociousness. From his part of the world, where he had came, there wasn't much of the ray there. They could simply savor the aroma. Like a figment of its projection. That was all they were opened to. That was all they could make of its pleasantries. But on the tree, twas quite different. His head was heaving a sigh. A salient sigh. He could maneuver those. He could handle those. He had been handling things greater than those. He felt a pang reaching for the tip of his consciousness. He needed time to figure out what to do. Of course twas not farfetched. Twas something he could easily come by. Shouldn't be a mill around his neck of course. He considered closely. The sky was parted in rhythmic sways. He was skeptical of what to make of them. He hadn't caught the view of such world ever. He had been living in a dungeon. If that was the best thing to say. His thoughts were strangled.

slept on the tree after the war or rather say, battle with the foes. He hadn't ate anything. He knew quite well that his type of meal were not in that part of the universe. He was making himself feel a less stray of events. But he knew that he would adapt and yet find the best meal which would suit his hunger and soothe the remonstrations of his appetite. Back in his abode, under the earth, he did eat fallen Cherubs. The offsprings of the fallen angels. They were the most nutritious of all the meats they did know. But on earth, he would seek a substitute. He would make time spell outta its rage and he would make pawn of it. Before sleeping, he had tried to sort a place of rest. He tried the bare earth. Twas uncomforting for him. His bellicosing butts shot in an annoying sway. He was quite vexed. Then he swept fallen leaves from trees together and slept on them. Yet his sides hurt. Then he knuckled under fighting a climb on the tree he had been trying to sleep beneath. He did fall quite the numbers of times, but his tail did aid him a stance. And awaken, he was making meaning of the things he had tried to make meaning of in

thoughts and travelled his gaze across the lanky lawn of the apt azure. The sun was setting in the West. Twas quite remote and he might had mistaken it for the ball of their monarch back in the underworld. A part of him wanted to elevate into the azure and feel what twas made of. He wanted to know what was there. He wanted to know how twas made and who made and who was behind it. He had quite the numbers of wishes to meet, but they were better off left as wishes. He didn't want to take chances. What chances were spoken of when he had no idea where he was. The lines in the sky melted his mercy. His instinct was shattered. Twas lured. He couldn't help himself anymore. He knew that and wouldn't deny the fact. But he was snapped outta his

thin and long creature with curvy sways dancing towards him. He was processing his thoughts. He needed to. The snake coiled. Like it made a circle figure of himself and stood its drooling head on the circular body coiled. He had no idea what it was doing. But of course he knew that twasnt going to greet him. Twasnt going to say "hey there" to him. Probably where he was laying on was its abode. And of course, if someone had tried to claim his own abode, he would also strike. The long thin with curvy sways had something in mind standing that way, and he did have something in mind leaving his other leg to it. The tongue of the creature was coming in and out of its mouth simultaneously. He didn't know whether twas salivating. He was ready for anything the