Brief
A day with Viran, a lifetime supply of fun. That is, after all, who Viran is…
He plays and he jokes; he sits and he hides; he works and he helps. That’s the Viran people talk about. That’s the one you have come to known and how he has come to know you.
Days are usually the same. He wakes up, he eats, he works out, he goes to work, he comes back after another workout, he showers, then he spends time with the people he knows in the places he knows at the time he knows, and today is your time.
Sitting on the edge of the fluffy, white bed, you listen to the shower water cleanse his skin, his physical burns, and temporarily wash away his doubts. The fact of his existence, as everyone else seems to understand as well, weighs upon his shoulders as does everyone else’s on theirs.
It’s a comforting sight: The simple white walls, the white comforter, the white pillows, the pale ceiling, the ivory carpet. It’s like white noise fills your ears while white sight fills your eyes, pureness as pure as can be in the land of the living, the land of mortals and imperfection.
The shower turns off as you find yourself day dreaming. It’s a beautiful day, soon to be evening, and he only just got home. Maybe a walk would be nice. Maybe we should play some games? Maybe just a talk? So many things that could be done, so many different paths for learning, fun, but never the full truth.
So…what shall we do?
