His life seemed obsolete. Every direction he turned he saw a meaningless gathering of thoughts driving through his mind and each one empty of meaning. Or did the meaning elude him. Sitting with his small vial of ethikane, Atrius put to rest his mind for the time being. The search should be so simple, the worlds he visited and people he had met and how he travelled there were beyond the understanding, mysticism and even the unknown, of the land that he stayed in and loved for its simplicity.
It burnt his brain to realise in a moment that the script he wrote on his arms gave the answers he looked for
No comments:
Post a Comment