7/25/22 Porcelain People

 Porcelain People

The porcelain people live a very careful life. A world of softness, almost impossible to be broken by the world around them. The only danger they have is themselves. If one were to bump into the other, or purposefully smash another, the break would be swift.

When they are alone they are safe, living carefree in their world of pillow-like materials. It is only when they are around others when danger arises. Any contact with another porcelain person is handled with the utmost delicacy, as not to damage the other. 

Being around those they trust is important for the porcelain people. They never know when they could end up alone with someone who has the worst of intentions. Whether to be smashed directly with a fist or with another solid object, the experience is horrible, the only form of death the porcelain people have. 

However, it is the only way new life is found. From the pieces of the smashed porcelain people, new life is formed. A special division of the porcelain people, come and collect the pieces and then use them to make a new porcelain person.

The composition of the new person is never exactly the same, some pieces getting mixed and matched or cut down to a smaller size to fit a hole. From the broken pieces a new porcelain person is born, completely unique from anyone else.

This way of life means an imminent demise of the porcelain people, with no way to increase their population. They were put in their world by a powerful and unknown being, who created their world just for them, to ensure their safety. But with a slow but steady decrease in their population, one day the last porcelain person will stand, surrounded by the dust of their people, not enough to create another, and they will live on, alone, until they somehow meet their demise.


The End

7/25/22

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