If there were any words which could supply the answer as to why, they never came. The only thing that came, and seldom at that, was the man on the opposite side of the door. But never did he divulge an answer as to why.
He woke and saw for himself a different place than any he’d ever known. Knew it not to be of the world he’d known before but recognized it to be the world he now had. For the rest of time.
Desolation of the Lost (Words:1,100; Read time: 5 min.) The desert called to him. Spoke to him on every level. Its desolation. The ancient nature of it–the… Read more “Desolation of the Lost”