As it turns, I hear an unquestionably painful squeak. I can sense the mechanism grinding against its prison. The screams of the screws, locked in a fight to the death with the wooden body, are easily audible. The cold metal glares at my hand as I touch it. I can feel it yelling at me.
And then it's gone. The portal has been opened. There has been a ceasefire established. The violence which plagued the last paragraph - which conceived such drama and emotion - has been defeated. Who is the savior of this battlefield? Who is this traveler, who dares to end the combat? It is I - the same who dared to start it. I turn to leave this dimension which I have just entered, preparing to manufacture another assault. I grip the brass like a knife, pulling it clockwise by its neck. Sympathy is not an option. I must force the metal to continue its jihad, pushing against the wood. Suddenly, in a matter of seconds, there is total defeat. The portal has been opened once more. The cool brass, my puppet, is victorious. I glance at my hand. The perpetrator. The commander-in-chief. I have done this. I have been the true aggressor. Bounding down the hallway, I am quick to forget the crimes I have committed. I feel the soft beige carpet fall to my toes like a fortress besieged by the best veteran troops the world could muster. Every step is an attack; every movement of my foot an act of violence. The fluffy carpet resents me, despises me, and wishes my fate would come and carry me away. It begs me for release from its reality, pleading and crying. Yet there is no remorse. I march on, a beacon of imperialism, indiscriminately encroaching on the ground beneath me. I peer around the hallway. There is another portal ahead. I prepare for war once again. I reach out for the brass, which curses me and hisses at me. It does not want to be manipulated - an infuriated child that never desired war. Then, my arm swiftly retracts - by my own free will! I have given up my violence. The incursions are over! I forgive the carpet and the door and its knob and I realize that it's this excruciating pain that we give the world. As our doorknobs bend to our every whim, so does our globe. We are the rulers of this realm. The entire planet is powerless against us. We are free to continue our conquests of this world. What are the consequences? Which sanctions will a lake throw at us for polluting it? How many protests will be angrily and passionately targeted towards us by the forests for murdering their brethren? We are the only ones who can stop ourselves. Will I be alone in my venture to prevent ultimate destruction? Will you join me? Do you want to prevent the world from burning? Summary
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