Aviadetta• 3054 days agoThe silver of the skies echoed their call to the grounds below that reverberated the distant roars of nature. The leaves swept across the cold moist dirt of the wilderness at the outskirts of Aouw, A fairly vacant city surrounded by the leftovers of a civilization that once thrived. A newly formed outline of a recent passer by filled with droplets of a nearby ocean. The sound of a rising tide filled the ear canal of a man who kept his ground for 40 years. His leather glove wrapped around the small tender branch of the gigantic dissolving tree while his breath dissipated into the cold air, the wind drifting it aside. His goggles were large and crowded by ware, faintly showed his tired eyes gazing to the distant city. The civilization eaten away.
- Written by Aviadetta