Memories of Vastness

Life was slow where he grew and memories seemed endless. Memories upon memories like the vastness he’d traveled.

There was no need to head out to find the world. No light or knowledge to seek. Everything came to them eventually. Everything sunk.

He lay on fields of gold knowing his sliver of hope would be torn apart before his flesh.


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