Unwalked for centuries, it began to imagine footsteps — and from imagination, grass grew.
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
It stayed low, hiding among mountains. One day, the wind lifted it — and it discovered flight was just another kind of falling.
When the final wave reached shore, it sighed, “Now I understand stillness,” and dissolved into mist.
Citizens communicated only with gestures. Strangely, no wars ever began there — only dances.
He tried to stay awake for decades to outthink the unknown. One night, sleep won — and taught him everything in silence.
She spent her life crafting mirrors that refused to show her face. Only in darkness did she glimpse who she might have been.
It watched the world from light-years away, jealous of a candle’s tiny glow warming a single pair of hands.
His canvases aged before his eyes — one minute newborn, the next ancient. Collectors couldn’t decide if they were looking at art or history.
Walls murmured names as people passed. When the house was torn down, the rubble whispered until wind scattered it silent.
When the flowers opened, everyone came to see — forgetting that they, too, would only bloom once.
He covered every mirror with earth, thinking he’d bury vanity. But soon, even his shadow refused to follow.
He carried an umbrella not against rain but against revelation. When he finally closed it, the sky flooded him with meaning.
