By an ice-capped waterfall, a god dreamt of more.
But what more could be dreamt of, his mind wept. For we should have it all.
That is right, he murmured and the winds carried it down into the dark, frozen waters below.
I should have had it all.
The ice clapped as it fell and the water rippled.
There remained a loud silence.
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Origin Without Name
أدب الهواةIt should have been normal to wake up. Yet the world felt different. It did not pause for her to adjust and kept rotating. She awoke knowing nothing and in meeting a man who thought he knew everything, discovered that the future was truly obscure fo...
