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Solaris
A child of the Sun could not hide in the dark.
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I ALWAYS feel fascinated with people’s art of lying for a getaway when they encounter a good truth-revealing question. When I worked in front of the monitor, headphones over my ears, typing away and analysing tonal cues, I have familiarized myself into illustrating faces and how they look like while I only have their voices to follow.
I wonder how I look like, trying to think of a getaway now.
And when he was acting up like this, making the room feel smaller and silent, I could not help but stare back at him. Reaching for my pocket, I pulled the small box he tossed me a while ago and drew my only escape card.
“What is this, Sir?”
Noticing that I was actually not planning to answer his question of lunacy, he sighed and
