soul leaving
The only thing here was a sandy world: The dust rised due to the sudden wind, making her vision gone again.
How much left? When she’ll arrive at the destinated place? She couldn’t simply end her journey, not when she had something to finish at any cost. With a sigh, she covered up her face from all the dust and began walking again, leaning on her simple, wooden cane.
She got through all of this countless times already. Something was born, then something has died. It was an endless cycle, and nothing could be done to stop it.
She stayed unchanged in this rotting planet, witnessing countless births and deaths of various ideas, concepts. She tend to accompany every one of them, making sure that they’ll grow properly.
What could go wrong? There was nothing to be afraid of, she gave a warm welcome to everything that arrived here. In her golden gaze, everything was equal and suitable to be accepted by this world. Even if she was stronger than anything, she didn’t mind it. She used her strength to fulfill her role of a guardian: After all, nothing weak could survive the atmosphere of this sand planet.
She was a bit lonely, but it was alright, she still had somebody to talk to: A glowing cube of Metatron, which didn’t change during all these years, just like it’s owner.
How much left? When she’ll arrive at the destinated place? She couldn’t simply end her journey, not when she had something to finish at any cost. With a sigh, she covered up her face from all the dust and began walking again, leaning on her simple, wooden cane.
She got through all of this countless times already. Something was born, then something has died. It was an endless cycle, and nothing could be done to stop it.
She stayed unchanged in this rotting planet, witnessing countless births and deaths of various ideas, concepts. She tend to accompany every one of them, making sure that they’ll grow properly.
What could go wrong? There was nothing to be afraid of, she gave a warm welcome to everything that arrived here. In her golden gaze, everything was equal and suitable to be accepted by this world. Even if she was stronger than anything, she didn’t mind it. She used her strength to fulfill her role of a guardian: After all, nothing weak could survive the atmosphere of this sand planet.
She was a bit lonely, but it was alright, she still had somebody to talk to: A glowing cube of Metatron, which didn’t change during all these years, just like it’s owner.
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