Literature
The Finishing of the Story
The ball of fire casted in the blue sea above descending to the open ground, brightened lands dimmed into a shadow, night fall. Peering from the crystal brown view, I rested on the down fall edge of the land, watching as I sit. My image cast over the flashing structures and roaring paths of this hell hole, my shadow lay upon the city. Emptiness is what I see, nothing to live on for.
"What do you see, Jaga?" questioned the most familiar voice to my ears.
"Nothing, nothing at all," was my response.
The gift of sight taken from my familiar, never to see, her gentle clouded fur with its shadowed black scars lay as a nest around my being. Press