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Anyway, I walk toeards the pink and white carnations and when I bend to pick a bud, I see a very bright light on my light and I stand and cover my eyes with my palm though the light is still hurting my eyes. I then open them a slit and look. The light seems to hide something... Some sort of a screen. 'Why would there be a television here in an open ground?' I wonder. Maybe I am in a drive in cinema? I walk towards it my fascination with the carnations gone. As I walk towards it, the light fades and I can now see it well. It is a large screen measuring like twenty by ten meters mounted on golden poles. There are seats in a small arena and there is an audience already.

The assistant glanced back just as the car drove into a tunnel. The man's face was hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see clearly. All she could make out was his hands resting on his knees. He casually flicked a lighter on and off. The lighter was plain silver-white, with no fancy patterns or brand names. It was just a simple, old-school flip lighter. The only thing that stood out was the orange gem at the bottom. It shone like the last glow of a sunset.

Lin Ming felt himself drenched in cold sweat and at this moment, he suddenly found himself in an endlessly dark space and specks of light were flying in the void, like fragments of a broken mirror. The largest one is the size of a palm, the smallest one is the size of a grain of rice and in the middle of all the spots of light

I walked up to it to check what it was… It was a very negligible red light, the only way I was able to see it was because the room was darkened. It seemed like it was in the lamp itself. I carefully carried the lamp and started to dismantle it. Are lamps supposed to have red lights??? I finally was done dismantling it at the speed of light and that was when I saw s little camera like figure very tiny. My heart raced back and forth north ways south west in all four cardinal points it better not be what I was thinking. I took a picture of it and sent it to Alex. In a minute he responded. “Sir that's s mini camera that can be placed in very unnoticeable places and it's activated!”..

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, my breath still coming in those shaky, pathetic hitches that happen when you’ve got no tears left. I was about to tell Mauro to just take me back, to just let me go home and give up when I saw it. It was tiny. A little golden speck, miles away, sitting on the edge of a dark silhouette that had to be one of the small islands scattered along the coast. It wasn't the bright, blinking light of a buoy or the beam of a lighthouse. It was soft, flickering. Like a campfire or a single lamp in a window.

Clearly, they did not expect to find something behind walls. “I can make a mage light for each of you that will float a bit ahead of ech of you,” Mitne gave a salution and they all seemed fien with that answer. He let small bluish white lights appear above each of their heads and as they started to move into the tunnel, the light moved a bit ahead of them. That is nice.

Something that could hold. Even in the light.

My breath caught in my throat. There, deep in the trees, a small light flickered. It wasn't a firefly. It wasn't a star. It was a tiny, glowing red dot. It wasn't on the glass. It was moving. It danced across the stone wall of the house, climbing higher and higher until it rested right on the frame of my window, inches from my face.

A tiny light appears. At first, it is no bigger than a pinprick, barely there, flickering like it might disappear if I focus on it too hard. I do anyway. I cling to it, dragging my awareness toward it because the darkness suddenly feels unsafe, like if I stay here too long, I might not come back at all. The light grows.