The Distant Journey
The glass tank in the corner of the office, which once held a thriving colony of neon tetras, now sits empty and dry, a shallow basin of white sand and broken plastic decorations where the water used to shimmer with the frantic, electric life of small red and blue bodies that have since shattered against the curved glass in a silent, sudden explosion of scales and fins. You stand before it,...
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