Children earnestly collected the petals, holding them tightly in tiny hands. Savouring a moment to treasure their dying beauty with innocent wonder, before overcome with the heavy weight of love. Tears cascaded onto the barren soil, the empty space that was much bigger than Middlemist had ever been.
Time passed. Only a few could still picture the majestic shade of red she took to her grave. As the aching earth reached forward and grasped onto each drop of grief, their grateful embrace awoke ancient roots. Quenching the thirst of the land, tear stained soil ignited untold stories, beckoning out the mysteries of the universe from one tiny seed.
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Middlemist
Short StoryThe last flower. The last hope. As the exhausted planet's heartbeat slows and the sun sets for the last time, a small crowd gathers to say goodbye.
