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 Opps should have not made it as a guest welp (DRAFT)
 Ruined Castle Corridors
 As the moonlight dimly through the curtains of my window, I quietly study in my room when everyone is fast asleep and dreaming on in their own. Our world is filled with mysterious wonders like the eerie visions I get on nights when in the night where I fall fast asleep unnoticeably. The night is a dark world of my pleasurable imaginations filled with thrills and fears of my subconscious as screeching bats scatter across the moonlight. Lightning strikes, and standing before me is a massive castle door of a realm called high school. I grinned with satisfaction ready to embarked on an adventure to face my fears to try new things I never did before. An adventure is filled with experiences of many different kinds. Close to my chest, I hold a heavy tome filled with wonders called knowledge buried in its massive numbers of papers.
 Gaining knowledge is what I always ever wanted to do. As simply philosophical that it is, I'm merely just finding the meaning and purpose of things. As for  Such as why we breathe in the fresh air around us, why the sun bright in the day and the moon dim in night, or why fries with ketchup are bad for you. That so, I eagerly open the castle doors to dive into the thrill of the natural world department. While strolling through the corridors, I whipped through the endeavors of sucking up all the knowledge of what I thought was truth of life was.
 During that two-yeared journey, unfortunately, there was something missing. I stared at the dead carcass, yet it just seemed like it's alive. “Was it undead?” Not that I have necrophobia or anything, nor I'm not a savage blood-lusting beast who enjoys cutting up carcasses all day. As I uttered out my silly superstition, I knew such a task like this was not for me. I walked out of the mystical laboratory back into the maze of the long castle corridors of high school. From there, I found myself endless stepping down the stairs towards to the bottommost floor.
 “Why can't I just do something I have zeal doing?” I questioned myself as I justified, “We all have to make some sort of living somehow and cannot always have enjoyment.” Widening my eyes, I grinned and muttered, “Maybe I can do something I can actually enjoy for once,” sounding like an antagonist myself.
 I was enlightened like getting a prophecy from the mystical philosopher’s stone. I found my way through the corridors into a big room with labyrinths of lines of code. This endeavor was programming. It was something different from usual hunger for knowledge. I was able to create and not merely consume. I became a storyteller, with the sorcery of creating a software for others to enjoy. What was missing was expressing myself as all along, I was suppressing my deepest desires in this bewildering castle.
 There are experiences like tragic ones, such as falling forever in a bottomless pit into the unknown abyss while feeling hopeless, and exciting ones, such as reaching the top of a pinnacle and looking down at a vast, majestic scenery in front me as the morning star rises with the feeling of accomplishment. From there, I picked up my new weapon, whether they are words, music notes, lines of code, or colors. I watch the castle of my memories crumble away as I approach my newly refurbished castle of college to start creating meaningful experiences and stories we love and cherish. This refurbished is still my castle, as it is like chaos within me and can take many incarnations. My castle, a place familiar like home, but filled with labyrinths of hazy corridors with surprising experiences of my imaginations to explore.