10-31-2019, 08:32 PM
[align=center][div style="width:65%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px;"]Where are You? They would ask in the morning, underneath the vigilant gaze of the Sun. Where are You? They asked again in the night, beneath the blinking Stars and the grinning Moon. Again, again, and again they would ask as they walked along. They would remember to breathe, and they would ask. No response, except for the flat hum within them.
Where are You? Today too, they asked. No one responded. They remembered to breathe and then continued walking.
They walked, walked, and walked. Two steps with both of their right limbs, three with their left. All alone, they stopped, breathed and took two steps with their front paws, back limbs dragging behind them. They relinquished their hold of their front limbs, allowing them to go slack as they moved with their back limbs. They repeated these jarring movements, ignorant of the correct ways.
Eventually, the landscape branched into a marshland. The foliage began to thicken and they stopped before the Sun became covered by the trees. "Goodbye," they said to the Sun, "hello," they said to the Marsh. Was there a Guardian here too? They tried to listen to no avail; the same hum greeted them. If there was, then they would make their apologies for trespassing upon Their Home when they met. They breathed then walked.
Unknowingly, they crossed into the territory. To them, the smell of the border did not differ from the others. Where are You? They asked then breathed. Sticks and mud clung to their dragging limbs, plants brushed against their limp head as they traveled deeper into the Marsh.
No one spoke to them. Why were they alone? Where were the Others? Where were They? Could They not hear them as they were, made of flesh and bone? If they used the flesh to speak, would They respond?
"Hello," they dragged themselves again, stopped, and breathed. "Where are You?" They warbled, then continued walking. The wind howled, but They did not answer.
Where are You? Today too, they asked. No one responded. They remembered to breathe and then continued walking.
They walked, walked, and walked. Two steps with both of their right limbs, three with their left. All alone, they stopped, breathed and took two steps with their front paws, back limbs dragging behind them. They relinquished their hold of their front limbs, allowing them to go slack as they moved with their back limbs. They repeated these jarring movements, ignorant of the correct ways.
Eventually, the landscape branched into a marshland. The foliage began to thicken and they stopped before the Sun became covered by the trees. "Goodbye," they said to the Sun, "hello," they said to the Marsh. Was there a Guardian here too? They tried to listen to no avail; the same hum greeted them. If there was, then they would make their apologies for trespassing upon Their Home when they met. They breathed then walked.
Unknowingly, they crossed into the territory. To them, the smell of the border did not differ from the others. Where are You? They asked then breathed. Sticks and mud clung to their dragging limbs, plants brushed against their limp head as they traveled deeper into the Marsh.
No one spoke to them. Why were they alone? Where were the Others? Where were They? Could They not hear them as they were, made of flesh and bone? If they used the flesh to speak, would They respond?
"Hello," they dragged themselves again, stopped, and breathed. "Where are You?" They warbled, then continued walking. The wind howled, but They did not answer.