The Halls of Hope(OWC) Raghav



The Halls of Hope

By : Raghav #####




The war has changed this land. pain has wreaked havoc where it doesn’t deserve it. As the monarch, people have always looked to me for help. They needed a leader, and I did my part. But the invasion of the space bananas destroyed us. I checked the halls of hope. It was empty. What a surprise. This place was filled to the brim before the invasion, and now there is no- Wait. is that a bubble I see? It was a sphere, containing a single image. It was a space banana and a child playing. It brought me a smile.

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