Activity

Ink on paper. Birdsong. The rush of traffic and the tendril of dew-dripped silence.

Poetry.

You look around at the worlds of stories with a sigh caught on the tongue. You wish you could convince them. Ask them all: Can you not hear Earth’s heartbeat? Louder than yours—longer. Thrumming, drumming, throbbing. Thrashing with life inside of you—stronger. Trees, rocks. Ground, sky. Fish and fowl, valley and mount. Atoms and stars resonate; Resound.

Instead, you resign yourself to writing your own description into the book of Parimi Alca, hoping that one day, people would find and join you.

“Some biomes have chosen to remain 100% natural. They’ve helped the land grow and nurtured tropical paradises and rain forests filled with small dragons that developed due to the Dividing that occurred, each with their own survival mechanisms. These people take delight in the beauty of the world and words, forming songs and poems that flow through the streams and glisten against the gentle swaying of tree leaves.”