[ ❝ silent screams ❞ ] His shining green eyes reflect the light of night, such a controversy. They stand out ; yet never should have existed. Each step is false, never true. Each cocky smile is fake, even if the owner doesn’t realize. Into the darkness of day is a scream, its scorching heat freezing the ground. The sound makes no sound, a wall of falsities. Always tricks, no treats. Always loses, never wins. The sound is violent, a whirlwind of fire and hopelessness. Yet, no one can hear. [ ❝ bright evenings ❞ ] Turning around a statue stands tall. Not real, not alive. It’s surreal, seeing the night sky. And all the stars. The darkness of morning and the brightness of night. How odd they feel, paradoxes they must be. Ears pricked, listening to the sound of silence. In pitch black a light is needed, a lantern or a moon. But is bright light, do you need darkness? Or do you need more light? Greed. [ ❝ but… why, my trickster? ❞ ] ❝ SILENT SCREAMS ; BRIGHT EVENINGS ❞ A Carpkit application FORUM… https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/873244/?page=1#post-9053703 (Wip)
