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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!

First Impression: I think this was a pretty interesting little piece here. There's a few things that need to be a little ironed out but for the most part it works quite well together and makes for an interesting first part.

Anyway let's get right to it,

Standing in a dark, blurry space , this place is quite similar to Acryl, no in real life of course.

The same man reaches out, but his face is blurry--just like the past decade of his life.

''B..........c...''says the man reaching out to Acryl reaches out, his face is blurry and unfamiliar. The man tried to say something. Even this dream continued to haunt Acryl throughout his life, he never understood what the man was trying to say, he tried various ways to make sense of this dream or get rid of it, but nothing ever worked out , it would be great if he wakes up from this weird and hypereliastic dream and sees the celing of the aircrafts cabinet.

''Wakey , wakey , sun's rising and there is no time for photosynthesis''

''Ought , Neon , how long do we have to go'' says Acryl

''Who is Neon ?''

Acryl opens his eyes ,what come in his it is the person who woke him up.He has a youthful appearance, but the feeling he gives off doesn't match his appearance; it's strange, yet familiar. He wears a suit decorated with stars and constallations.The monocle on his face is quite rare to see these days behind the monocle is a purple eye with a keyhole shaped pupil.

''Who are you?'' asks Acryl

''Suiming , listen we are in big trouble''

''The hound , it wants your or mine life''

''Hold up , hold up , the what''

'''The hound , you never heard of it?''

Acryl runs around in his head, he has few friends, the only ones he contacts are his childhood friend Neon and his teacher. The hound what is that , some really big dog?

Suiming swipes his look on this young man , avarage height , a little pale skin , little dried acrylics blooms on his cloth, maybe the only thing stands out is his graish hair. There is no way hound would put its paw onto this common guy.

''Ok um no time , just grab your stuff and go!''

Acryl did as he says , his sketchbook , some cash , color sets and a rucksack as a new home for his belongings. He turns around and hangs his rucksack on both of his shouders , at the same time he looks at Suiming , but this time his hand holds a strangely shaped latern. The lantern has a long stick attached to it , but in the middle isn't a wick or candle , instead it is an eye staring at Acryl.

''Ready?''

''Yes'' Acryl answers

''Great , we are heading to the deck of this aircraft''

Acryl doesn't like this feeling , not because he has to follow this stranger alone , but because he has to climb the stairs like he is a parasite in the gut of its host. It feels like the wall is squizing him into a thin pancake he ate for breakfast.

''Feelin a little dizzy right?''

''Um yes mr Suiming''

''Haha , take it easy , i'm not that unaproachable''

''And i left my job as teaching a long time ago'' Suiming adds

''You were a teacher?''

''Yes , that was fourty years ago''

''Oh forgot to say , dizziness is common for humans to enter fold spacetime''

''Fold spacetime?''

''Yes , yes the fold spacetime , i'll explain later , just know that you may stay in hospital in weeks after this''

''And insurances won't help you''

Acryls face turns into a timeless rusted bronze statue.

Suiming spits out the joys in his gut , his laughters echos the staircase.

''Look at your face , i was just joking , you'll just be fine , worst situation is that you dissapiered for a few minute''

Word spitting and talking quicly turn off the nervous and anxiety of Acryls mind , they walked the labyrinth staircase , talking about the Euthian dome where they both came from , Suiming's students Josh and Tavia.

In the conversation they dicide to be conpanions if Acryls friend agrees.

Eternity passes like a time of blink.Suiming steps onto the deck , the warped sunlight shines onto the surface of the vaccum-empty deck like a carpet welcome their arriving.

''Wow , not gonna lie , this scene is like a painting of my teacher''

''Yeah just like the work of Canvas''

The eyeball of the lantern turns it's direction towards the other side of the deck.

It was great! Though at the beginning it was a little bit confusing, after about 5 paragraphs it began to make sense. You should use Grammarly or something (this is not an ad) to check your spelling and stuff before posting stories. All in all, great book! Is part 2 out? Wait, now that I think of it, I can check if it´s out myself! Anyways, thanks for the book! Although it was a quick read, something tells me you put a lot of work into it!