I Have Something to Say
Trapped in a room, with one sole exit. One captive gains freedom, the other falls to their death.
One is as stone, nothing ever evident save that singular blank expression. The other is as water, always flowing; a source of life; expressions forever changing to bring action to an otherwise dull world.
Believing the stone to be protecting a source of life, the water flows towards the pit, waving happily to the stone as it ebbs away.
The stone cracks, a jagged frown upon its face at the thought of losing water. The water returns to the stone; washing its face.
The droplets glimmer from a hidden orange light emitting from the crack on the rock.
Satisfied, ready to go, water flows to its eternal rest, thus openning the door for the stone to roll free.
One is as stone, nothing ever evident save that singular blank expression. The other is as water, always flowing; a source of life; expressions forever changing to bring action to an otherwise dull world.
Believing the stone to be protecting a source of life, the water flows towards the pit, waving happily to the stone as it ebbs away.
The stone cracks, a jagged frown upon its face at the thought of losing water. The water returns to the stone; washing its face.
The droplets glimmer from a hidden orange light emitting from the crack on the rock.
Satisfied, ready to go, water flows to its eternal rest, thus openning the door for the stone to roll free.
