Cmonchan lay in bed, eyes fixed on a glowing screen.
Snacks and juice bottles lay forgotten on the floor.
Lost in games, time kept slipping, pixel by pixel.
As the sun sank below the horizon, the room slipped into darkness.
The screen was the only light.
A news pop-up flashed: wild ducks were heading for Da Richland.
Memories cut through the haze.
Cmonchan searched “Da Richland”
No results appeared.
“Quack…”
Slowly, Cmonchan sat up and pulled the curtains aside.
Stars filled the endless night sky.