Recycled Thoughts

The Black Silk Road

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This is not a dream. Everything is vivid and clear. The scent of blooms as they sacrifice their innermost secrets to the air, the fading pale light that makes the leaves become resting butterflies on tree branches. Even the cool wind that escapes past me, as if wishing it could flee. The sky darkens and the first stars are born on the black silk road above. Soon more and more stars appear, like jewels poking out their heads. They flicker a code amongst themselves, a code that I cannot yet understand. Yes, this is not a dream.

Art: Aonuma Shun Wallpaper


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