Sep 6, 2018
Seated amidst a patch of white flowers nimble fingers roam across delicate petals and blades of grass as he watches in humbling silence the way his shadow stretches and grows under evening sun waning in the horizon. Oft does he seclude himself away from the buzz of civilisation as silence and isolation has become an old companion of his. As it were, he's reminiscing about a time long ago where he sat under the warming embrace of a similar sun. The skies were filled with a chorus of migrating birds and--
"Oh? My. I must've drifted off to sleep... though I don't recall the sun setting" Not really realising that an enormous figure had actually blocked out the light from the sun.
@srirudram
