Skene 3


A verdant hue was the sky, and the sea breaks away where the brilliant glares end. Gallant stallions of waves prance, hollering upon the faux shores. Past the coastline, a revered Shungite rock protrudes from the surface, its sedimentary periphery refined and eroded from years of decay. The contour of the awashed figure starkly contrasts with the black mass beneath him. Tidepools litter the rock, and from one the young man lifts his foot. At noon, souls are seldom free from lingering sorries of yesterday. Memories of yesterday escapes the youth, and at once I feel myself immersed into his mind. Foreboding thoughts trouble his mind, I feel. His visage reflects the mystifying configuration of clouds, watch them encapsulate the whole expanse of the sky, and pauses at their thousands of answers untold. 


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