On Monday, I witnessed a mysterious man alone in a dark alleyway. He stood as still as a stone until he turned his head to detect-me.
On Tuesday, I caught a glimpse of an unknown animal, wondering in the grasslands of Psion as it approached the fresh waters.
On Wednesday, I heard the rushes of water manoeuvre through the Amazon like it was venturing through this endless jungle.
On Thursday, I noticed a peculiar looking box, laying on the ground in front of me. It stayed there like it was persuading me to unveil what’s inside.
On Friday, I touched the fur of a polar bear. It felt as I caressed my finger along and its colour reminded me of the shimmering snow.
On Saturday, I played in the grass as I gazed up at the stars. As I stared at the specks of satiny stars, I wondered about the bright future.
On Sunday, I dreamed of a ray of beaming light, blinding everyone in sight as a voice, inaudible, as it spoke. A dream that I hoped would never end.