
I walk through the endless desert, with my lone lunar companion as my guide to the altar of redemption. In my hand I hold my grievances and sins, stumbling over shifting sands in moonlight. It feels as if I've walked for a millennia, over a course of many different lives, all in search of the same sanity. My journey seems to be coming to close, as before me a white slab with ebony and ivory towers adjacent rise from the earth. Behind it lies a mirror with silver inlays. I place the grievances and sins on the altar and stare endlessly into the mirror. I,m not sure what to expect. More pain and suffering as punishment for mistakes made in the past? A clean slate that allows me to rewrite a predistined future, one which has been filled with sorrow and chaos? I do not have the answers, nor do i want them. at least not now or all at once. because if I did know them and I wasnt satisfied, would I ever have come as far as I did?
About the Creator
KingAces
Tj Silver has lived a very nomadic life. moving from place to place every so often. He did however find a home in literature. Specifically stories that could transport him to other worlds.Now, he wishes to create his own.


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