
By Tatiara
Beneath the blazing sun, I beheld an enigmatic figure.
Solitary, he wandered down the dusty road. Limping yet unbroken, he carried on, as the sun seemed to smolder upon him with judgment.
His garments were threadbare, yet a light shimmered around him, protecting him.
His eyes held a mysterious fire. He seemed detached. Dreaming, lost, yet radiant with some forgotten knowledge. Continue reading Where the Road Ends the Soul Begins, The Fool’s Gift of Trust


















