Friday, April 10, 2020

Living Darkness

 

The dark ground comes to life at her feet.

The tree from which all life flows is built upon the bones of the dead.
In another time they wandered freely through both worlds.

The child had forgotten again.

"Grandmother tell me, how did we die?"

She looked at the undead girl, sighed, and began the story again. 

 

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