who am I ? am I alive ? These questions sailed through ‘Oh this air will kill me, but there is no air…then what am I breathing or am I?
‘who goes there ? she heard a heavy voice say out loud…the noose round her neck tightened a bit, she could not move her head,it was fixed as if in a wall, ‘Oh I ..er..I ..her voice left her …she stared into Nothingness’ silence cut like an iceberg …the ship moved steadily …people rushed past her, ‘look what’s this? plastic people are everywhere …run honey run, run run run…but where? we are surrounded, is there a way to escape? Oh a slimy thing just touched me’ What no body only the head and hands? Hearing this the girl tried to move her hands…as they touched she felt a ring on her left fore finger…she tried to press it off…she pressed and pulled…pain shot through her hand like a sharp arrow…but…suddenly she felt free, she felt drenched , she felt the slime slipping down…the magic ring had broken the spell ,the plastic capture the invisible scaffold…plastic people could only survive by the pure white pearls…who put the white pearl ring on her finger? would she ever find out ?
what she knew was this…kill the plastic before it kills you