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Could you say that the man was filled with anxieties that he never knew he had? There was a darkness creeping into his mind and soul. It felt cold. Trying to distract himself from the overall situation, one could maybe say that Kristo was finally growing consciousness. Inhaling sharply as his fingers fidgetted with the wood in them. He was currently knitting a hat and he has become very good at knitting since he came to this place. His only escape from this horrible reality but there was some light tonight. [i]Can I focus on that?[/i] Could he truly focus on that little bit of light at the end of the tunnel? 

Kristo, like usual, felt the need to whistle and hum at night. Whatever he was humming showed control over his voice and it was not bad at all. It was deeper than his regular tone. The song sounded very intense yet calm at the same time. It wasn’t a song that most or anyone except Kristo would know. He doesn’t know how he came across it but he thinks it's the final thing his mother gave him before giving him up. Lying in the dust and dirt-filled room. Somewhat grimy as well. It had a faint smell of metallic or copper ~ [I]blood.[/i] The bed was uncomfortable. None of them were comfortable. 

[i] Hush now little one, close your sleepy eyes.
As the moonlight dances across the night skies. 
Across those beautiful amber eyes. 
Dreams await, like a gentle night. 
In a world where magic and wonder lie. 

Oh, sleep little one, my precious child, 
In your dreams, let your spirit run wild. 
The stars will guide you through the night, 
Keeping you safe till morning light. 

Softly now, hear the whispering breeze, 
Whisking away all your worries with ease. 
In the meadow, where flowers softly sway, 
Dreams of joy will bloom along the way. 

Oh, sleep little one, my precious child, 
In your dreams, let your spirit run wild. 
The stars will guide you through the night, 
Keeping you safe till morning light. 

Drift away on clouds so fluffy and white, 
With the moon as your guardian, shining so bright. 
The world is asleep, the night is serene, 
Wrapped in love, like a cozy dream. 
Sleep now, little one, in your peaceful nest, 
In the land of dreams, where you’re truly blessed. 
Whispers of love will gently sing you to sleep, 
As the nights’ melody, your heart shall keep. 

Oh, sleep little one, my precious child, 
In your dreams, let your spirit run wild. 
The stars will guide you through the night, 
Keeping you safe till the morning light. 

Dreams will carry you on their gentle wings, 
Where the moon and stars are the magic it brings. 
So sleep, my love, in this lullaby so dear, 
Know I will always be right here. 

Hush now, little one close your eyes, 
Eyes of amber and innocence, so divine. [/i]

Kristo skillfully weaves the needles in and out of the soft yarn, his hands moving with practiced grace. His brow furrows in concentration, and a serene smile plays on his lips as he watches the hat take shape., “[color=FFBF00]It's amazing how you can turn a ball of yarn into something,[/color]” Kristo said to himself while extending his hands in front of him and slightly stretching out his work. A plain hat was before him. Unfinished. Other than the simple color, it looked semi-comfortable and a little stylish as well. 

[u]Prison guard Kristo...[/u] He didn't have to do much at all but it was still nerve-wracking. Why did he agree to that even? He would do fine. Performing was his main gig when he wasn't in prison. He loved being up on stage. It was just like a stage. Except there were many other armed guards and if you mess up, you might cost everyone their lives. Other than that, very similar. Similarities indeed. He hated this. 
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[b]Interactions [/b] Himself  
[b]Mentions/Acknowledgements[/b] None 
[b]Current State[/b] Proud and feeling achieved  
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