Post-Anthropocene
When magic is free from us
She dreamed of magic coming back upon her birth. Her sky was the inside of her shell. Her name was in her bones, but she hadn't grown into it yet.
The sky cracked. She pushed through, emerging from her shell to a world of regret. She wanted to go back, but birth ruined the egg.
Odd colours stuck to a heavenless expanse. Abandoned machines protruded from the earth like murderous fossils. Branded banners fluttered by upon a lifeless wind.
She took her first steps anyway .
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“…magic coming back upon her birth.” Still pondering that. Very poignant piece. Well written!
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The birth of a dragon, what can be more magical than that? Your descriptive language in this one is so breath taking and heart palpitating! It was tension filled with a hint of mystery and intrigue! This was a great read Matthew! 10/10 recommend!