Through a place where gravity was not what would make them fall,
where everything that was precious was not buyable because there was no value left over what was once hailed as valid.
Where none of us pleads for inspiration and anyone flies without needing anything more than imaginary wings.
Where those who feel cold and lost in inspiration fall, over all the sorrow and bitterness in soft feather shapes and let go of everything they feel.
And everything they feel flows like tears of joy filled with the lack of regret.
Where all sadness became like cushions embracing a feather of immeasurable weight,
where the great king of Vertlet had met the great unknown.
And they both had become close, theyd become friends. Telling stories of conquests while the void erased the kings identity.
Peace had come and settled in all the dunes of Zivhan!
And no scream escaped them, the silence had become a symbol of sadness
Vertlets once omnipotent king had given in to freedom, and imagination possessed his mind.
And he walked through the waters of the oceans running towards oblivion,
Where pink clouds infested the sunless sky and where the sound would never be.
Running in his deepest dreams full of beautiful grasslands
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VERTLET - The Utopic Tale
FantasyA Utopian tale A Utopia is an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect. It may refer to a city or a world, in some cases a universe being possible both in the future and in the present, but in a parallel. It can also be used...
