The darkness was soothing. It became one of Atlas's friends since he was young. Darkness became one of his sole support everytime he felt hopeless and sorrowful. Its silence made him at peace in mind and in body when he was physically and mentally exhausted and tired.
'No wonder some people tend not to wake up from their sleep,' Atlas thought to himself as he started to drown and drew himself closer to the soothing feeling of isolation. There were no problem. Just plain and old emptiness of solitude.
He stayed in the corner of his consciousness unwilling to wake up from his deep slumber. Soon, a door pf light opened up and there he could see two little figures. They had similar figures and most probably 6-7 year old girls. However, he could quite get the exact images features of their faces only white light covered made their faces blurred.
Atlas furrowed his brows and muttered to himself, "Who?"
