A village dreamed the same dream for generations. When they finally woke, the world had changed — but the dream remembered them.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
Each burned tree sprouted twins of light — shadows that bloomed upward.
It built its nest underground, safe but voiceless. The worms called it king.
It flickered with visions of what had yet to happen. Those who looked too long forgot the present entirely.
It gathered dust and hardened itself into a mountain, forgetting how to rain.
He mapped every known truth — until one blank corner whispered, “Here be meaning.”
Every drop ticked instead of splashing. Those who drank from it aged backward until they forgot they were born.
It refused to collapse into darkness, lingering beyond its time. Its light grew pale with longing for oblivion.
Each brick carried a name long forgotten. When the wind pronounced them, the walls hummed softly, as if remembering faces.
Before the universe existed, silence whispered, “Now.” That was enough.
It flowed only when people slept. At dawn, it vanished — leaving footprints in the sand shaped like thoughts.
He looked into a mirror and saw everyone he’d ever ignored — but not himself.
