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An ordinary day can start just as soon as it ends. Isn't it all the same? Going to school, work or even hanging out with the so-called 'friends' one has. The same routine. The same path. Boredom can fill you with a sense of want for things you cannot achieve. Things that, for a mortal with limitations, are beyond what is allowed in your realm of possibilities. So, why do we bother going out of our way to complain about the routine we've built on our own? The delicately monotone days woven together, fabricated to create a veil of comfort. And yet, we still complain. It's because the risk of a new experience, the thrill of something unreachable, is addicting. But what if you decided to ignore your limits, or not care at all? What if, instead of waiting for a chance to finally break free from your daily life, you just made it your own adventure? That is my question to you.

I am one of the many creatures feeding from the Earth, as you are. Lila Darling. A strange name, isn't it? I find it quite tacky. Walking along the lifeless streets with dreary faced beings about was tedious. Their unremarkable eyes stared back at mine. Watching, unfeeling. Flickering to-and-fro as if anything was about to destroy their carefree days. The empty words, carrying no truth to them as they hungered for prosperity. I always wondered if they were famished, carrying such greed filled gazes with their heavy bodies. Well, it wasn't my concern.

However, one thing always caught my attention. A sour, dry beverage. Simple lemonade. Something about the way it was, it filled my warm body with a shivering aftertaste. I was reluctant to approach the spiritless man behind the stand, dull reds contrasting his gray toned skin. All I had to do was buy something. But the problem was words. Such tricky things, they always seemed to slip from my mind, problematic and apathetic.

A simple gesture would be enough to converse with such a person, wouldn't it? He appeared to grasp my intentions, letting out a dull grunt in response, atmospherically fitting. Quickly grabbing the toxic drink, I threw burdensome paper slips onto the counter. The man's eyes lit up, two beady, creepy things stuck onto his head, staring at the valuable stuff. Disgusting was an understatement. How shameless was humanity, honoring such small dread as items of wealth. I shivered at the mere thought of the worship. But, at the minimum, I had my lemonade. My lemonade and the unwelcome reminders of social interactions. Luckily, it was over for now.