Secrets-Are-Quiet

My eyes are passionate for the colourful exhibition, slightly spinning infront of me. The blues, the greens, and the often shade of brown making my mind race with imagination. Who was there? Aliens? Humans? No, pathetic talk! There is little I know. I would often stare at the metal, elliptical, shining object drifting around that planet, where they have no idea of colour, but if to describe their world, it would be as eye-watering as when The Great Light shines upon a starling, forever reflecting onto my planet of grey: yet enhancing the tilted globe before me. Sometimes, thick grey lines took the planet; the dusty clouds locked the colours

It's quiet. Too quiet for a Friday night. I look around my room once more before slipping out the door, locking it behind me. Sighing as I walk through the lobby of the hotel, and out the double doors. My heels echoing quite loudly on the stone outside. I look down at my clothes, since I am currently wearing high black boots that come up to my knees, tights, short shorts, a black shirt with diamonds on it, and a long black coat that covers the backs of my legs. I like my fashion, even though it doesn't suit the cold winter's night. The same month my life changed a lot. It's 1864, England. Me and my brother, Ash, playing in the front yard, ou