(Endlessly [Beautiful) Chaos]

(Endlessly [Beautiful) Chaos]

When somebody died, the people who had been closest to them in their life and who grieved their loss most dearly often said that it was like a piece of them was missing; as if there was an empty space in their heart that such a person had occupied.

Hana sometimes wondered what the world had lost; how many people had died to form the hole in the middle of the Earth? The hole at the heart of the world, the void where nobody ever ventured for fear of the pandemonium that swirled inside. For even though it was a dark space, it was not empty. Tales were told of the devilry inside it that gave it its name.

Hana knew the reason for the stories; fear, but mostly a warning. Don’t go near the Chaos.

The End

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