He built time to understand his father.
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
Every flower was an echo of apology.
It circled eternity and called it home.
It kept the echo of water as prayer.
You never wake — you only cross.
A village dreamed the same dream for generations. When they finally woke, the world had changed — but the dream remembered them.
It flowed only when people slept. At dawn, it vanished — leaving footprints in the sand shaped like thoughts.
He looked into a mirror and saw everyone he’d ever ignored — but not himself.
He followed it everywhere, knowing it wasn’t alive. When the sun set, he vanished too.
Travelers followed it, seeing their futures ripple away. None ever reached the source — it was themselves, reversed.
He wrote in tongues no one could read, yet his verses made people weep — as if recognizing something ancient in themselves.
She kept his clocks running after his death, though none told the right time. The hands pointed only toward where he used to stand.
