Chronicle 11 (Looking Back to Now)

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I stand on the precipice. On a rocky hill, the night sky spread wide and wicked. The universe is alive. A sentient being of its own. The stars, the dust as it stretches for billions of light years, illuminated by the energy that has condensed in the center of our solar system. They glow. Creating the illusion of dawn, of light. I stand on this moment, and I know, that at any moment, the Event will begin and everything will change...

And I wait, with my breath held tight within my chest, my lungs screaming for oxygen. But I dare not breath. For any moment, it begins...

© 2013, Aelfwynn MacGregor

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