Its music was the hum of distance.
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
Every drop whispered someone forgotten.
He wrote darkness until it became gentle.
Even the ocean dreams of flying.
It shone without flame, through memory alone.
He mapped every known truth — until one blank corner whispered, “Here be meaning.”
It refused to collapse into darkness, lingering beyond its time. Its light grew pale with longing for oblivion.
Before the universe existed, silence whispered, “Now.” That was enough.
It promised to pass again in a thousand years. When it didn’t, the sky wrote its absence in light.
Every page was blank, yet readers swore they heard whispers when they turned it.
Its light grew inward, illuminating its wick’s memory. When it died, the room glowed with its last thought.
When the tides stopped returning, the sea realized it had mistaken reflection for substance.
