Ashes flare beyond the clouds while stubby little hands go to work in haste hoping to see silver at the end of a working day. After five years had passed, my feet led me to the gate that opens the Ancient Basin. Faint purple lights glimmered throughout the ancient site and bones from those both brave and weak were scattered all around.
Deep within these fragile grounds lays a scruffy little book filled with thoughts of those who lived before us. Each page stored a piece of information demystifying the civilisation we see today. However, the last page was left blank, and the one before it had only a few words written at the top saying: “Your greatest weapon is your imagination.”
Suppose the final page is for those who know how and when to dream, rather than seeking after the dreams of another.
© Roderick Lukenge
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