I met a concept named Nothing, the flowing, breezy wind swayed as almost nothing happened without a hint of a sound, crickets giving the silence a tune while the quiet yet loud silence continued while each passing second felt like eternity, the existence of light in the night to be nowhere found besides the moon’s highlighting, shining, reflecting rays smiling down on me.

I met a kitten named Intelligence, it recited 600 digits of pi at me and meowed right after the holy grand of word vomit with its big, shining eyes. It seemed to be holding a doctorate degree and PHD as it solved x3+y3+z3=k, the cube’s problem.

By Nura – Lancaster Road 5M