Memories of a Time to ComeHe laid on the ground, his heart felt at a stale calmness. Chrome yellow eyes stared at the charcoal-colored heavens tinged verdantly of golden blossoms and woven by ruby lines beaming across the gloom. He could not hear, the sounds were distant, but the ground was trembling, like a chorus of million lives pounding their feet unto the soil; the fainting sensation echoed within him — the countless ghosts that marched on and on within his memories.With a slight blink of the eyes he took in another painful breath, knowing how little air he is taking in albeit the effort he took to inflate his lungs to breathe in another strand of life. H
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