Journey to the North or "Fernando"
_Time can almost be forgotten when you travel for long periods. The days meld together seamlessly as you go._ Fernando was used to this feeling and had been alone for a good portion of his life. As far as he knew, it was Year 487 of the Age (an Age...
Flouring Valley - Final Piece
The mountain's song is sung, heard by everything. But by no one. The end becomes the beginning. Snow falls...and melts. Pure rivers flow once more. Here, in the flourishing valley.
Flourishing Valley - Parts 3 & 4
I walk, unseen and unheard, except by the old hunters and denizens. For it is only they that can hear me. And only they will readily listen. The denizens stay still, the hunters be wary. I smile and press on. My pursuer is the ignorant tracker,...
Flourishing Valley - Parts 1&2
I am stuck here in this city, covered in artificial ground. Because I can find no alternative. Here we all stay, here we meet our end. And when the snowmelt flows again, that is where we will begin once more. Here, in the flourishing valley. * *...