In the past, the roots of the trees occupied grounds devoid of graves. People lived happily on the surface, not knowing of the depths of the void beneath their feet. Not knowing how the roots of the trees siphoned life out of that which is lifeless. Not knowing that the state of the lifeless is one that follows the state of the alive. But that was the past. A past not long ago.Now, people are dying.The ground has opened up and receives its permanent guests with open arms. Its fingers clamp on tightly to the hand that waves goodbye to loved ones. The loved ones cry for death to let go, but the...
In the past, the roots of the trees occupied grounds devoid of graves. People lived happily on the surface, not knowing of the depths of the void bene...
