This small novel pretends to tell the adventures of a little "that", those made of void, always trying to reach the "big source".

  These little friends are but little balls of void encased and energized by the light the source dissipates, most of them go after it (the ones that can move that is) and some help each other for a better chance of getting there. what could go wrong with these small things?

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  The way of those called "that" is not one that can be easily understood, they just have to get there, doesn′t really matter the cost. think of this small novel as "one of the possible ways a world could work" and keep walking away with it. Always remember, in the way to greatness big sacrifices are often made.