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Sweet juices burst in warm mouth, the sun beating down on the group as they filled wicker baskets with summer's bounty. A few small berries lay strewn at the bottom of his basket as most made their way into his mouth.
Creaks echoed through the rocky cavern, the twisted fibers complaining loudly as they took on too much weight. Yet admist their complaining they listened to the desperate prayers of the man at fault, making his way down into the darkness.
The sun rose and the sun set, each cycle blending further and further into each other. He'd lost any sense of time between bottles and dirt roads, always walking away from the mountain of shame.
Just tell me, it doesn't matter what your worries are - just tell me. We swore no secrets, and I listened, but you... You're a different person. No, you're not the same man I met those years ago, no the life you told is false. Why couldn't you just tell me?
Sharp edged notes screeched amongst the mundane, a voice dances along out of step. There had been much better artists to grace the royal walls but here, in what felt like a shack, this performer gave more gusto.
It was hot when they met, bugs screamed louder than thunder. Days melted into weeks, into months, then all became crisp. Once they could call a breath their own, it had manifested into billowing clouds, streaming from their mouths like dragons.
The air was crisp, a lone beacon left behind to perpetually peer from it's window. All it'd seen was swirling white for days on end, yet it never wavered in it's watch for all who left.
Stories had been told for generations, each child knowing exactly the same as the next, a brave hero who could face any odds in the name of all that's good and right. He had once thought himself such a legend, his ideals were in the right place however his execution took away any such grandeur. But the smaller man, robed in tatters and unfamiliar with kindness knew better than most what the word truly meant.
Water droplets sprayed in every direction, taking on the magic of the full moon's light. He'd seen an angel just earlier in the day yet it was at night when that angel took his heart, unbeknownst to the holy being.
The rope creaked like breaking wood as the meaty hands pulled on either side. Teeth gritting and cracking alongside the rope below, however the duet fell on deaf ears. He had only one thing in mind.
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