by Alnad Zoan
A meditation on the nature of living.
CH. 1: DORMIVEGLIA
The rain came silent and transparent against the faint darkness of night. A low roll of thunder resounded imploringly through the satiated air, supplicating all within earshot. Seeking to remind them, with absolute patience, of where they came from and why they're really here; where they're going and why they even came. Particle to particle, the storm's message permeated the space confined within its scope, finding its way into the minds of the populace only to be lost in translation, falling mostly on apathetic ears.