Aopals
Tall tales, long tales, short tales, fairy tales. Worlds that that come alive as spoken, worlds that only exists and grow as told. Who knows we may be just another tale are selves.
Her eyes, which were as bright as her soul, have seen amazing sights you could never imagine. As time went by she left a little bit of her soul everywhere she went. Leaving her eyes with a withered look. By her sad end they were left colorless and she was blind. Yet it never phased her because she saw more than you and I.
The terrain was beautiful in it’s vastness. Deserted and cold it seemed welcoming and the most peaceful place in the world. If only I could live there forever and sleep to sounds of the coyotes crying.