Leave it to Kina to create such lavish and ornate structures to decorate their fine regions. Rich with architecture, history, and spiritual significance, yet the dingy-cloaked bafoon wished only to trample these redwood walls for the sake of personal enjoyment.
His dirty shoes scuff the delicate layer of paints while his grubby hands contaminated the rotund tiles. Spirituality desecrated. History abandoned. Neither honor to country nor culture could issue a guilty verdict on his mind.
Upon the dark of night, he had rose above it all— religion, patriotism, honor— every convention in the book— all for nothing more than a nip of the sweet cold winds on high.
On top of this hexagonal tower, Khalik overlooked the city's nighttime glow. A marvelous sight which begged reminders of the simpletons content to squirm and toil in dry soil. They were all mindless drones for casting away their freedom so carelessly to society's whims. Utter fools, Khalik would say.
He would say, but...
"... Hooooow," a perplexing click of his tongue and sharp breath signaled a majorly minor issue which arose in his conscious.."
"How, do I get down."
His dirty shoes scuff the delicate layer of paints while his grubby hands contaminated the rotund tiles. Spirituality desecrated. History abandoned. Neither honor to country nor culture could issue a guilty verdict on his mind.
Upon the dark of night, he had rose above it all— religion, patriotism, honor— every convention in the book— all for nothing more than a nip of the sweet cold winds on high.
On top of this hexagonal tower, Khalik overlooked the city's nighttime glow. A marvelous sight which begged reminders of the simpletons content to squirm and toil in dry soil. They were all mindless drones for casting away their freedom so carelessly to society's whims. Utter fools, Khalik would say.
He would say, but...
"... Hooooow," a perplexing click of his tongue and sharp breath signaled a majorly minor issue which arose in his conscious.."
"How, do I get down."