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The Death of a Caesar
It was a dark night, the stars shone ever so brightly in the night sky with this ray of light, almost as if a path had been painted by a long brush, one that displayed the purplish intergalactic matter that existed beyond that world. He looked at it with great awe from the small window that was half covered by some red drapes that fell on the window and whose bottom even touched the floor, but he could see the outside, and it looked so picturesque, so beautiful. He could see the tiny houses, and even the coliseum in the far end of his view, and it all looked melodic. The houses each managed to cause the rebellion of their light as they slipped through their seemingly small atria and doorways. He had never seen it so close to him, he had at some point, or another seen it in books, and even in very realistic representations but never had he imagined it to be such a magnificent view. He felt confined in his clothes, well, he had not yet been accustomed to them. He was dressed in a silver chest plate that weighed tons upon him, below it he had a short-sleeved, woolen tunicle, one which fell quite softly right above his knee, and below all of that, he had this somewhat rough linen undergarment that fit him tightly. He had his sword sheathed next to his hip, one which he looked at every once in a while, just to see if it was real. “Oh god, what would I do if anyone really tries to attack me, I hadn’t gotten enough time to train with these, and who knows if they are the same I trained with.” He said to himself as perspiration formed on his forehead. There were some other men dressed exactly like him, with their chins facing the ceiling, and he looked at them with great awe, wondering how they managed to keep that pose for so long without breaking their necks or simply going crazy, but he followed them, well he had to follow them, because if not, well if he did not, this story was bound to be repeated but with different characters and perhaps a different sky.
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