A Nightmare World

Perfection. Something that is often deemed impossible by the everyday man, yet here I was. Warm sunshine bouncing off the gleaming pavement, as people pass by. Fluffy clouds floating aimlessly across the bright blue sky. Curved sky scrapers shooting upwards, filled with beautiful fountains and paintings. Electric cars zip by on the smooth black tarmac. People stroll down the wide, bright streets, without a care. The sound of laughter as children frolic in the nearby park fills the air. Carts offering an array of delectable treats all around, providing sweet satisfaction. The warm air calms the area, keeping everything in its pristine condition. Rubbish tubes are waiting, sharp as vultures, instantly absorbing waste, removing any tiny essence of stench from the street.

Animals roam freely, with frequent affection from the citizens of the city.
Birds soar overhead, chirping in the morning sun, formed in a perfect triangle formation. Beautiful butterflies flutter aimlessly in a spectrum of a colourful rainbow. Flowers fill the bedded areas of sidewalk with a stunning bouquet, allowing their aura to be emanating all around. Technology blended in perfectly, with glowing lights, indicating notifications in people’s lives, losing their illumination in the air. The air, still as a painting, soothed the skin.

News displayed on nearby screens. It was the same stories as always, just stating that everything is fine, nothing more. As the world continued, day to day, month to month, nothing changed. The ground remained perfectly flat. The sky continued its reign of the colour bright blue. The sun never stopped shooting its rays at the world. Everything, from walls to windows to gates, remained spotless. The world was stuck. Forced to continue its infinite orbit around the sun. The endless oceans not stirring, just perfectly reflecting the sky above.
Perfection is not perfection. Nothing can be perfect. However, if you were to gaze at the pavement around me, that was so perfectly cut, the atoms arranged as if pieces of a jigsaw, not a single one astray, you would wonder how this couldn’t be. The sheer agony that this ‘perfection’ created was beyond imagination. Diversity, difference, and imperfection, the things that made life worth living, the things that interrupted dismal lives and brought new and fresh topics to the ears of the human race, gone.
Tranquillity roamed the streets, tearing away at the remaining strands of free will left in the hearts of men. Speech, the idea of relaying interesting events to others, completely obliterated from society. No change. A frozen world. However nice this seems, be assured: it is a horror. An abomination. A nightmare world.