Big Fishes Carnival at The Lake - Closer to Mom
Ethan was baffled. The pattern of the black lines shining from the box of light, much like cracks on a porcelain, was something that the human mind cannot comprehend, or so he thought, for he was human and he did not have a single clue as to why modern physics are getting closer to abstract than technical. A few clicks, a few scribbles, sighs, repeat. As the crescent moon finally began to descend from the throne of stars, Ethan finally dropped the piece of paper in his hand and concluded that, somewhat like promises, some homework are meant to be left undone.