The Blood Red Sky

Red sky, rich with the blood and sand of ancient times, a swirling vortex of anger and greed fueled by a lust for crude polymers. You footprints mingle with mine, decades apart yet arriving at the same destination: a ceramic fire, a forest of bones and fossils. Fight for this land, against the invaders, and die alone left in an unmarked grave to sleep and dream of a streak of blue water, clear and clean. Wash, then, in the blue water, seven times, and seven times again.

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