Sound of Silence

I've been here before.

What is left to distinguish the cities of Sera? All in ruins, all silent monuments, whatever words uttered fated to go unheard by the ears of the dead. I have been to many, and heard their songs of silence.

All of them have reached their coda.

We moor our boat at the docks – where sea meets land, where the barrens of the world meet the receptacle of its tears. It is noon, yet the shadows are long. As we make our way through the empty streets, like robbers entering the tombs of long forgotten kings. I say, "there is only the smell of salt."

No more blood, however much may have fed the world. Only water, long having washed the blood away. Much longer shall rock and stone stand. Long can the tide of tears be defied, as history stands, unmoving.

I have been in this city before.

I always hear the silence.