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As much as it is important to see through our emotions, it is not sufficient to make a choice. For Julie's case, she can't give birth to her choices yet, but she could use something much more efficient. The power of words...

This power involves every player in the game of choices, where each and every person leans toward the other with words, gestures and other objects that represent a word, an incarnation of something inside of us. If the word was a giraffe, the yellow color is brought forth, that is if we didn't notice the brown elephant, glittered with mud, or the whole forest with all sort of animals we have seen once in a show, or in memory. Words are capable of triggering the awareness to make use of the emotion blocks inside of us, inside of the others mostly.

The grandmother holds all power in this matter, as she checks the details within her son, his wife and their child daughter. But words do not need to be spoken of at the very moment, the power comes from the different words she already cast. The ones where you tell someone what to do when he needs it, or when he is vulnerable to a deal. That power is either respected by the ones that are good at the game of choices or revolted by those that are breaking away from the box of illusion they put themselves in. As the exchange of words continues between the father and the grandmother about the beautiful news, Julie notices something within the words. There are colors, tone changes, and repeated gestures. For each word, a certain shape is taken, and it can be the same for every person. Sometimes, when her father says 'I'm happy that ..' She almost relates to one other time when he gave out the same shape. This is considerably important to her since it could mean that words also come from the same place as emotions. If it is true, then you could instantly understand any human being if you notice at least one shape that is being repeated. Maybe that is where you analyze the consciousness of a human being.

Her stepmother was smiling at times, right before she drinks her cup, and looking at her husband, innocently. and whenever they mention the new kid, the eyes are crossed in her tummy, showing a sign of understanding and acknowledgment. Other news surfaced too, ones about the father's brother where he married into a prestigious family, sealing away the disappointment they once felt for his choices. Other times, they spoke about the mother's family's well being, where the appropriate answer is always a reassurance. words are mostly used for a direct showcase of one's emotions. Acting is essential to this game of choices, it relieves the party from the weight they put inside. This weight is generally created because most humans are ignorant about how to create the right emotions blocks, how to stack them together, how to sort them and bring them exactly to what they were created to be. We tend to make ones without thinking, ones we use to help us out a problem, we steal when we feel that something could never be ours, we lie when we want to stray from a death flag, we ignore others to stop reminding us of how sad we could become. This is all part of human, acting is a big role to uphold. For each human being, a stack of emotion blocks creates a character. Since our consciousness is evolved, we operate on the character level, we only see a person for what his character shows. Julie's father is a strong and honest person, her grandmother is gentle and a nice soul, whereas her stepmother is a quiet and a pure being. That is the characters they act as, they are familiar with them, and they uphold them and believe in them as the ones they are. If they strayed from them, they feel out of place, they feel that it's not them talking or living. That character is a product and combination of the emotion blocks crafted and proved to be useful during their past experiences in the game of choices.

Julie had to sit for a while and see some of the exchange while ignoring the rest, it became a must to leave and walk outside the room, the only way to do it is through speaking with her mother, the one she relies on, she had to express it through words. And she did, as a nine years old child asking his mother to play, which in the game of choices is totally natural, and her mother will almost definitely respond with 'you can go but be careful' or 'don't stay too long' or any similar set of words corresponding to the same choice. Julie was allowed to walk, run and have fun, a different experience than sitting and listening to the exchange of words between elders. There were different views, when she passed by the small pictures across the hallway, when she opened the door leading to the basement and when she walked past the back door connecting the kitchen to the backyard. All of them went into excitement, every scene at that moment represented one word, freedom. Reminding ourselves that Julie is a pure, innocent girl, the little words she cast that gave her freedom has tainted her subconsciousness and made her create a link between pleasant views with the ability to ask to wander around without anyone observing her, for a moment. This is also a scar, but with a beautiful color. We don't see straight away the consequences of the simplest of things, shouting words that are, but it had been the human's own power and flaw. This implies that the more you think about the right words to cast, the better the choices are inflicted before you. Intelligence also grows with how you manipulate your emotions blocks and stack them in the right order. Following the wave, Julie did gain a little more experience, it is usual, indeed, as she did the previous summer, and the one before. Back then, with the same smell of tea, the same smiling stepmother, the same words to get out of the room, only a different picture. The picture posted on the wall, of her deceased grandfather, in which she walked by the same way she did the year before.

On Julie's corner of the view, she was searching next to the tree for a book she hid. She likes hiding books she enjoys, next to her favorite places. She found out during her sleep in the white room, that when she keeps a book under the pillow, she wakes up and feels that she has to read it and discover if it is the one that gave her the sweet dream she keeps having. It is without a doubt, a pleasant way of gaining interest, ticking into that block that learns and memorizes. She kept looking for twenty-five minutes but found none, only a clock she kept next to that tree to remind her of the time. Usually, it's next to ten seconds to start skinning the first few words, then an hour to feel the ecstasy rushing through her and leaving that pleasant feeling she is used to feeling. It is not the same this time, something changed, someone came in here and took it, the only person that has power here is the grandmother, but she doesn't walk around here. Then someone else from her family came and visited this place, and who could be the people that Julie knows about whom might come and take a book hidden inside the hole of a tree? She never encountered one of her peers, all of the members are older than her.

But before she had the thoughts to figure it out, she passed out after gazing through the farms and watching couple horses running around the stable further downhill.

A white room, a white floor in a secluded place. No noise, no taste, and no light. The only color was of stacks of books on a corner, letter blocks and a small white mattress with a fence around it. Outside of it was a baby walking with its four legs, moving through the silent room and making noises with the blocks to see it's power on the world. a baby opening its mouth, munching the sides of the block as if it was a marshmallow, while holding one with both hands, it falls and rolls over the white cushiony floor, the feeling is soft, and the blocks are softer, the only corner it didn't touch at that age was the books on the corner. they weren't soft, the baby touched one of them laying by his bed before. They weren't pleasant to the baby. Now if it gets hungry, it cannot rely on itself, it needs someone with the ability to do it, it's consciousness is underdeveloped, yet it knows that it needs someone. the very basic emotions cast are the needs, and it is triggered through the gesture of crying. But this baby doesn't cry, for some reason, it doesn't. The moment it feels hunger, it starts looking through that white wall, and then faints, it sleeps. when it wakes up, it feels that the hunger is gone. This baby used to cry at first, but when it discovered that closing its eyes and sleeping somehow made its needs go, it kept doing it. Each time it wakes up, it may think that the white wall in front gave it the need. For some reason, it needs to get fulfilled in an unusual way, but it does not change the needs or emotions. The only thing it does know is, there are ways to get what you desire by changing the order you stack the basic emotions. News has it that this baby grows each day, while unaware of time, unaware of its needs to parents, the white wall gets its needs, all of the basic needs. It learned different things, from using a different stance to grab the soft cubes, to managing them and creating different shapes, but only one thing remained, the stack of books in the corner whose presence were deemed bad. Curiosity. That block is created and then updated with every scene we see. The baby was walking to the first book it wanted to see, she was able to grab it, she saw two faces in the cover of the pictures, with a title whose letters are similar to the ones with the letter blocks. The one the baby was manipulating, at last, the one she thought it was her choice to order them in that manner. she looked at the title, and it started crying, then it fell on its knees and passed out.

Shouts and screams came from the stepmother throwing attention to Julie, the one sleeping next to the tree. News of her aunt coming to visit them was being heard within, but these words triggered a memory inside of Julie where she already met her aunt, in a different time and a different story. Was it a dream? Julie rushed to her parents while processing this boggling flashback that keeps repeating whenever they mention her aunt. Something in her line of time does not make any sense. Is it the first time she heard of her aunt coming? or did this already happen to her?

Is this really news?