Like a dream…
Life, after life, after numerous lives…
The life of a mortal was wonderfully brilliant, from their first breath to their last. They existed as a finite concept, something they understood on an instinctual level at inception. A phenomenon of unprecedented mystery shrouded by the torrents of red dust of mortality.
The life of a mortal was disasterly cruel, from their first breath to their life. They existed as a pitiful concept, something they refuse to understand on an instinctual level at inception. A phenomenon of unprecedented pity, shrouded by the torrents of red dust of mortality.
The duality of life, the silent struggle of existence.
