The Wistful Voyage

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-20 20:48:59 -

The river was not water, but a vein of liquid glass, splitting the world in two. You stand on the bank, your boots sinking into the silt that smells of iron and old blood. In your hands, you hold the chisel and the hammer, tools you have sharpened for forty years. You are a sculptor of stone, but today, you are a man on the edge of a precipice. The air is thin, tasting of frost. Behind you, the...

0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare