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Stars Above Us
'Go then, there are other worlds than these'- Jake Chambers (The Dark Tower)

The fields seemed to spread out into forever, a vast expanse of nothingness. The skyline penetrated by the ever present relics of the past. Massive hands etched in stone or petrified flesh. They seem to grasp endlessly for a place beyond the dreary black sky. Like beggars grasping for the diamonds that float eternally in the sea of night, they are forever unsatisfied.

We do not question the relics; we only know that they are of a time before the first of us awoke from the sleeping chambers bellow the earth. It was even before the first dawn touched the eyes of my predecessors. The old ones are gone and this is the truth we all know but do not speak. Like an unspoken rule we pay respect to them and walk amongst their relics as we journey into the world they left behind.

The air is crisp and piercing as I find my footing on the pile of large rocks that juts out of the sea of tall grass. The stone is course against my bare feet and the icy chill clutches at my toes like so many dead skeletal fingers. Across the expanse I can see the towering hands reaching upward. Distantly there is fire, as if answering the glimmering lights in the sky the dots of flame flicker with the same brilliance in the darkness of the night.

I recognize these little flickers as camps. Like the lights above us we must migrate with the skies. We search for the answers left to us by the old ones. Questions that are never communicated but are understood when one shares a glance at another.

Why, where, how, food, water, life

Hope