The Last Timekeeper

“You see, living in the past is a cruel delusion, Chancellor.”A gold-dusted leaf drifts down by a lingering wind’s grace, as slender as a feather, to flow and adorn a tuft of grass fringing the chancellor’s rock.Inol Harmon sighs, his scrawny legs dangling against the little boulder he is perched on. Unmoved, on the rockContinue reading “The Last Timekeeper”

Indigo Mercy

I broke the sun’s seam, watched myself sieveThe sky from the sea, an indigo mercy. I might have deserted them,There on the black veil,Of silence and pain, swirled in rain. For their horizon was curved in white,The chill of vague, a mist in sight. But I didn’t dare, couldn’t bearTo leach our core spirit outContinue reading “Indigo Mercy”

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