The grass blades tenderly cradled his small frame to the weight of the gravity. Such cosmic weight engulfed him as the latticework of stars and the ground parallel to his very existence, closed in distance; just enough for him to liaise with both. His arms stretched out, just far enough to tickle the tapestry of the universe — the space-time continuum. As he does, the celestial bodies who were prodded, danced in joyful glee. The Maker of such enigmatic existences — from the cosmos to the flimsy fragments of his consciousness, the perfect marriage of reality and presuppositions — conceived the grand-scale territory only for them to grace his private observatory.
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Thoughts and Other Miscellaneous
No FicciónMiscellany of personal musings put into writing.
