I walked down the temples cold steps I could see the glass jar staring me in the face. I walked towards it, as nervous as I was I opened it releasing a black smoke. Suddenly a strange feeling came over me . My world changing around me. A celebration tinsel , presents and a Christmas tree. Everyone singing dancing around the fire crackling. Then gone. Falling thinking of my family. Abandoned stuck in a temple never to see Christmas .
never to see my family. Never to see colours. Just black. No red no blue . Then falling I see Christmas. All was black.
The temple