Where to go from here
Off goes the alarm.
striked down are the sounds of silence.
The frosted air slams against every side.
Faces rush in search of guidance.
Nearing the end, each face awakens.
Quiet realization hits each in an instant.
The unknown question lost in the past,
found in the future, and forgotten in the present.
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