Jul 15, 2014
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The blades of grass folded neatly beneath him as he sat with legs crossed, staring soullessly up at the sky. He sat there meditating with eyes open, as if asking the stars questions he’d long since forgotten the answers to. The familiar scent of damnation weaved through the soft perfume of the surrounding flowers of the meadow. “Name yourself.” He spoke, deep voice resonating in the silence of the darkness. Drawing his eyes away from the stars lighting the sky, he turned to the intruder.
