A gift arrived.
It looked delicate, in a crumpled, brown box. A faded magenta ribbon meagerly tried to salvage the package. He looked at it. His weathered hands, gently touching the box. Afraid something might just jump out of it. It was addressed to him, written in a language so old, even older than him. He traced his fingers on the words, so gently, savouring the memories, each one of them, flashing before him, breathing life back into his old mortal body. He took a deep breath.
The old box, withered and torn, seemed to take a new form before him. the colours became more vivid, bright, almost vibrant and full of energy. It shook, softly, but every nerve in him was awakened. His eyes, hooded, and creased, focused on the box again.
A tear dropped as he finally began to understand the words written on the box.
(to be continued)
It looked delicate, in a crumpled, brown box. A faded magenta ribbon meagerly tried to salvage the package. He looked at it. His weathered hands, gently touching the box. Afraid something might just jump out of it. It was addressed to him, written in a language so old, even older than him. He traced his fingers on the words, so gently, savouring the memories, each one of them, flashing before him, breathing life back into his old mortal body. He took a deep breath.
The old box, withered and torn, seemed to take a new form before him. the colours became more vivid, bright, almost vibrant and full of energy. It shook, softly, but every nerve in him was awakened. His eyes, hooded, and creased, focused on the box again.
A tear dropped as he finally began to understand the words written on the box.
(to be continued)
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stirring indeed. please continue, i'm waiting to read the next bit of it!
y so drama?
Hahah.. Just felt like writing a story, something magical, illusions, of that sort you know...:D
The plot expands little by little..Grows day by day, hence the drama..