In days before my own, in ancient times,
The first true words were spoken by the wise.
They lived in caves and hunted for their meals,
Gathered fruit and berries, bitter and wild
The art of farming was unknown to them,
Their lives were short, more like wild beasts than men.
But in their simple way, they knew the beauty
Of nature's laws, and lived in harmony.
For they knew art, and beauty in its purest form,
The primal essence of creation and desire.
Though their time on earth was brief and fleeting,
Their legacy lives on, a guiding fire.
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Echoes of the present
Ficção HistóricaEchoes of the Present is a unique and thought-provoking novel that tells the story of modern life, told in the style of an ancient civilization. Through the use of ancient storytelling techniques and traditions, the novel offers a fresh and exciting...
