The darkest hours of a timeless night were coming to an end once more just as all the other countless darkest hours of long forgotten nights have ceased to exist. The desert locusts' chirps were oscillating near and far, loud and soft, like the pattering raindrops of a fluctuating rainstorm. Large owls which looked like decorated pottery, with magnificently colored feathers and exotic patterns, swooped down every so often, out of the somber sky to feed on indiscernible locusts hiding in the veil of darkness.
Wolves with fur as white as the snowflakes of winter, howled up to the unorthodox heavens where a dimmed moon was suspended in the darkness of the absent stars. The howls extended further when you expected them to echo into the darkness and ascended in pitch, ultimately so fine that they can only be heard by in-human ears. The cries inter-blended with the mournful whispers of the icy wind that twirled, bringing small cyclones of sand to life, dancing elegantly for a few mystic seconds, until they collapsed back into the uncounted sands of the desert.
A gunshot tore through the barren landscape and the midnight symphony came to an abrupt stop, a whimpering wolf lay sprawled onto the ground, a stream of blood trickled down his side branching out like a tree awakening for springtime, glimmering in the light of the half risen sun. A loon desert wanderer dressed in tattered clothes and covered in layers of dust laughed hysterically; with a gun in his hand, he started running towards the wolf, limping on his left leg.
The crazed nomad got down on his knees, put his hand on the blood-matted fur and after examining it for a few unintentional seconds, he wiped it on the side of his pants. His search for a knife somewhere in his pocketless clothes was interrupted by a low growl from behind; he froze as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. With a feral roar and a swift thudding of paws, the wanderer lay on the ground gasping for breath, and with a final howl he was just another outcast who has failed to survive. The night was over.
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The Land of Marvels and Mysteries
Adventure"This Earth is a land of marvels and mysteries, a land where chaos pursues order and splendid sunny days end in bold starry nights, a land where time is simply the ticking of a clock and space is as far as your arms can stretch!" ~ Spider Wander out...
