Emerald canopies no longer dominate the rolling hills in their gentel motion, but rather they have began to be replaced by fiery garnets, incandecent golden tourmaline, rich orange sapphires, and deep smoky quartz.
A silvery white blanket lazily draped upon the land, while miniature diamonds sparsely descended from pale chalky giants who aimlesly drifted in a calm soulless ocean.
Whose eerie glow brought with it a whisper that would steal any flame from its rightful home, and could make incorporeal spirits take form, from within the confines of mortal stone.
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When peaceful Titans slumber
PoetryJust a super short story, something I created for fun.