This is my entry for the CULT Writing Prompt as well
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EXPOSURE

It was always nice sitting in the swings, especially in an atmosphere such as this. It’s serene and lovely, pure from discord. Breathe in, the air is tasty, the breath of life. This is what it feels to be alive, alive and well. We took it for granted.

Over time the more we are exposed to such luxury the more we forgot that it was a blessing in the first place, when a black unicorn came in, it promised a burning feeling of goodness. Indeed, as it burns, it feels… Liberating, enabling us to escape such stress that the world brings, making us immune from the challenges brought by the harsh winds. The harsh winds moved the swings, shaking it, but the black unicorn provided a burning sense of security unmatched by others.

But we were wrong, its goodness came with a price, the longer the black unicorn lingered, the dirtier the atmosphere became. Every breath did not feel liberating, instead, every attempt of inhalation ended with a fitting of coughs laden with smoke. The black unicorn merely brought temporary affection. How could we not see, of the graceful and free life we had before was much more valuable and longer, how could we not see it?

By the time the area is distraught, and every breath is hard, the black unicorn charged at us, into our hearts. Our breath is useless, and we fall. Falling down deeper than the earthly surface itself.