Down
Waking to a sleepless
Night teases with my mind
My throat feels dry
Weak
I get a glass of half browned
Water to quench
My thirst
Reading the writings
Of pre caducus
To learn the new chapters
Of old life
My eyes dart from left to right
Translating each and every letter
I know millions of words
Maybe trillions
Only me though
I know thousands of writings
And 26 letters
Each one drawn on the walls
Of my tunnel
I know before time epics
And paintings of vibrant colors
I do
I swear
I do
YOU ARE READING
MUTE
Science FictionPlagued by the knowledge of a fallen past, #239 feels an inexplainable need to tell everyone of the world above. along with #239, #116's family has been passing down stories of a world above with technologies and opportunities beyond imagination...
