“It doesn’t seem to see the problem.”

“Maybe something’s wrong with its brain. It could have started from the stem.”

‘It’ opened its eyes and looked around.

In front were two men dressed in white that seemed to blind

“It must have some sort of trauma”

They. They kept speaking… “Perhaps it’s karma.”

This place is louder than it was before

Focusing on the counterpressure

But in the end, it’s all done

It rings the telephone

That poised high pitched noise

Only just about falters the demise