They say the castle is haunted.
That when the north wind dies, you could hear the moaning of some poor lost soul.
That in the dark halls and crevices, when you hold your breath, you can feel a ghostly touch creep up your arm, full of sadness and desperation. Her loneliness seeps into you.
A quick write of a synopsis of a possible future book. Someday, perhaps, it will be written.
We walked on the moon in 1969.
We walked on mars in 2025.
We discovered light-speed travel in 2052.
By 2070 we were exploring planets outside our galaxy and creating new civilizations.
By 2080 we had created the perfect artificial intelligence systems.
By 2112 we touched where no one has ever touched before. Humanity, spread throughout the farthest reaches of the galaxies, going deeper and deeper and deeper until we began to lose sight of the horizon, until we began to lose ourselves in the dust of eternity. It was beautiful. It was dangerous. It was impossible. We had paths reaching so far into the cosmos that those who left earth did not come back, nor did we ever hear from them again. We could only stand on our shriveling planet in the light of a dying sun and hope with all hope that the brave men and women who launched themselves into the stars for the good of mankind survived, and continued to live out there among the spiraling light of distant planets.
Hope slammed her door with a well-placed kick, before dumping her keys on her entryway table. Unhooking the latches on her heels she flung them off her feet with little care as they sailed into some unknown part of her house. She blinked her eyes hazily, feeling exhaustion weighing down heavily on her bones. Bending backward she stretched her back out, thinking about how lovely a pair of pajamas sounded right now.
This is written as a response to my last post, “A Letter to Mankind.” It is inspired by the #ExtinctionEndsHere and #EndTheTrade petition, a worldwide movement to call on the world’s governments to permanently end the commercial trade and sale in markets of wild terrestrial animals for consumption. You can sign here at this link. Wildlife conservation and the preservation of our world is something very near and dear to my heart, and I would do all I can to call attention to the issues that surround our planet today.
Dear Earth,
We have done much to deserve retaliation. We have felled your rainforests, we have spilled oil into your seas, we have slain your creatures for riches, oddities, even enjoyment. And we do not look over our shoulders at what we leave behind—no. We tend to only look ahead, to the future, to the next age of glory. To what lays beyond our shores.
Whenever a voice rose he could not help but flinch. Such sounds went straight to his heart, suffocated him, overwhelmed him…paralyzed him. He lay under his bed, his mother’s words a piercing blade in his ear, his father’s shout a sharp crack against his skull. When silence ultimately fell, he would hum quietly to himself, for the silence was almost more terrifying.
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