The Great River.
Invisible. Untouchable.
Unstoppable. Unchangeable.
It scorns the brilliance of light and tramples the threads of cause and effect.
[The Great River rises, never to return]
It carries the thoughts of all things and washes away the bones of the mortal world.
[The Great River sings, never to return]
It passes the spires of kings and the shacks of the poor.
[The Great River falls, never to rise again]
It flows through the delusions of the greater world and floods the dreams of floating dust.
[It falls and falls]
It streams past the first cries of birth and drowns the deathly silence of extinction.
[Forever fallen, never to rise]
"In the end, it will wash all remains here, to the end of all things."
"Even it will lie silent here forever."
This is the Alluvial Land.
An indulgent, just-for-fun story, written to my own wavelength. I'm doing my best to combine ideas from my previous abandoned works. Updates are ongoing, and I revise often. I usually post after finishing a substantial section.
