Namelessgasps, as the visions
flash before its
quivering sight.
The sight of the riverbank
where color ends soon
returns to greet the wanderer
with a cold, indifferent scene.
Namelessdrops the star by
the water, where it tumbles down
the hill and into the
water, doomed to a
fate swept away by the current.
Nameless gazes at the soil besides
the riverbed
and finds a thousand more
stars littered about the grass,
which slowly fades from green
to gray the closer it sits to the
current.
Somehow, Nameless never noticed
the multitude of stars at its feet,
discarded, no doubt, by equally
nameless and faceless others
in search of answers:
reasons not to dive in.
The lack of others
lounging on the shore
answers an unspoken question.
Nameless turns away from the water
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betrayed.
It believed, for a fleeting
moment, long gone, that
the stars around its feet gathered
to impart upon it a unique answer
for its unique troubles.
Now it realizes
that the many stars that
litter the riverbank
speak aloud to all yet
no one.
A peak in the horizon catches
Nameless'' attention. It gazes
up at the line where the canvas
of sky blends with the faraway
current, which washes away
the bright oranges and blue
hues of the fading sunset.
A monolith, perhaps?
Nameless drags its feet
up the hill and away from
the water.
Soon, it finds itself at
the edge of a forest, where
the tree branches overhead bend
to the shape of a gate.
The conifers and oaks loom
a presence imposing, and
their ancient leaves dome over
the light of the fading day,
through which an emerald mist
shimmers over the lone path
carved in dirt and loose pebbles
ahead of Nameless.
Nameless reaches for an errant
leaf
lost to the breeze.