Silver lines covered the sky. Nothing could be more peaceful than the twilight that convered the desert. Like lonely people in the mass of figures, the cacti stood sharp against the bloody sky. It had been a good day, the sky had been the only bloody thing all day. In the East, the moon, like the sky's eye, peered over the horizon, while the sun in the west simultaniously went to sleep.
Silver lines covered the sky. Like diamonds, the stars sparkled between them, as if the sky was laughing. Rolling waves of sand made the horizon a sea of shadows; the sky of the night against the desert. Sleep was nigh, but not here yet. Eternity had just begun. What if the sky exploded this night?
Silver lines covered the sky. A Dawn of light bathed the dunes in fire, once more, the world had survived. Sleep had not destroyed hopes, yet sent a warning. The closed eye went to the gods, and the sky's torch blazed on the wasteland. A dawn of life, a blink. Magic was present, fiery companions were yet unconsumed. Like a rose, beautiful, precious. Lifegiving they stood, but this was well defended. A new adventure, every day.
Silver lines covered the sky. Beheaded, unleashed, the gush of life wasted a wastelands most precious resource. Incredible what could be done, nothing was for the void. Blinding, a zenit sun blazed the world, removing life as water. A dark line in the sand - a track, something was here. Solitude, yet vast companions. A grain of sand, a billion souls.
Silver lines covered the sky. Another eve, another day. Repeated and reiterated, until forgetfulness was unavoidable. A sun's life, wasted or cherished? Certainity is a gust of wind in the desert, it moves the dunes of knowledge. A step a day, yet a journey a lifetime. Temptation had visited, without the apple though. Nothing was safe from thought.
Silver lines covered the sky. A future, yet nothing but a cycle, the circle of life. The sun touches everything, eventually, yet a moment is undecided - shadow or light, certainity or knowledge - and epiphany is underway. May the sand bury the pain of belief, and magic lies in the sky.
Silver lines covered the sky. The wind, howling, descends from the heavens to change earth to their will. Nothing shall be safe from them, the root of humanity is nothing but a sprout in the desert.
Silver lines covered the sky. Like diamonds, the stars sparkled between them, as if the sky was laughing. Rolling waves of sand made the horizon a sea of shadows; the sky of the night against the desert. Sleep was nigh, but not here yet. Eternity had just begun. What if the sky exploded this night?
Silver lines covered the sky. A Dawn of light bathed the dunes in fire, once more, the world had survived. Sleep had not destroyed hopes, yet sent a warning. The closed eye went to the gods, and the sky's torch blazed on the wasteland. A dawn of life, a blink. Magic was present, fiery companions were yet unconsumed. Like a rose, beautiful, precious. Lifegiving they stood, but this was well defended. A new adventure, every day.
Silver lines covered the sky. Beheaded, unleashed, the gush of life wasted a wastelands most precious resource. Incredible what could be done, nothing was for the void. Blinding, a zenit sun blazed the world, removing life as water. A dark line in the sand - a track, something was here. Solitude, yet vast companions. A grain of sand, a billion souls.
Silver lines covered the sky. Another eve, another day. Repeated and reiterated, until forgetfulness was unavoidable. A sun's life, wasted or cherished? Certainity is a gust of wind in the desert, it moves the dunes of knowledge. A step a day, yet a journey a lifetime. Temptation had visited, without the apple though. Nothing was safe from thought.
Silver lines covered the sky. A future, yet nothing but a cycle, the circle of life. The sun touches everything, eventually, yet a moment is undecided - shadow or light, certainity or knowledge - and epiphany is underway. May the sand bury the pain of belief, and magic lies in the sky.
Silver lines covered the sky. The wind, howling, descends from the heavens to change earth to their will. Nothing shall be safe from them, the root of humanity is nothing but a sprout in the desert.
