6/21/2023 0 Comments Shattered Truths by H. Hunting![]() She may be old but her mind has not dulled with age, still as sharp and witty as ever. Tales of long lives and fleeting dreams, of love and destiny and betrayal. He quiets the beating of his own heart and listens, for the earth speaks if one is willing to listen to her voice. In front of him, however, it is far too still and empty for his preference. Above him, birds sing below him, crickets chirp. Sunlight, broken into beams that disappear and reappear as the breeze winds through, and the dust and dirt they’ve kicked up floating along like imperfections in glass. The crunch of the leaves underfoot is loud, much louder than Killua would prefer while hunting, but what can he do other than lighten his steps a bit more and try to blend his noise into that of the forest? Hopping lightly onto a log, he surveys the area in front of him: trees of various ages and development, their leaves falling to the ground in a beautiful array of colors as fall tresspasses on the heels of summer. ![]()
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