Where I challenge myself to write at least one micro story/text/something each week.
Being deliriously pessimistic this week, I know…
It was a time of mysteries and death.
Of unknown truths and absent lies.
The days of a newborn world.
And it’s unnamed wanderers.
Beating to the rhythm of the sun and moon’s endless dance.
Bathed by starlight and blue skies.
A time without greed or hatred.
A time without humanity.