Brown sat at his desk, drawing himself into his own little world, inattentive to the fact that he was being watched over. For, at that exact time, the visual combust had snuck through the window, and began monitoring Brown’s every move.
Shadrach gasped, and he had every reason to. He had been amazed by what his eyes were seeing. Bright shades of yellow, of red, of magenta, of blue, and images that he had never seen during his lifetime, like a cowboy riding through the Wild West, or a shark, devouring a small, innocent fish. Shadrach had never imagined, let alone seen, these awe-inspiring images in his lifetime. His mentors told him whatever he had been taught in seminar was the truth, and anything else should be considered garbage.
But seeing this imagery, Shadrach realized a fact that never had occurred to him before: his mentors may have been lying. Everything he had been taught wasn’t all there was to know. There was a whole new world, an entire other constellation that he had never been educated on. He wanted to know about this. He wanted to do what this boy did.
Brown fell asleep while drawing an actual size sandcastle. Shadrach continued to watch, and later on, when he himself fell asleep, he dreamed of a constellation, a colorful constellation, a beautiful constellation.
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