They come from the furthest corners of the world to hear my wise thoughts. My intellect explores the depths of human nature, I am expected to make their call. I try to reason, but doubt clouds my judgement.
They wait as I ponder.
They wait some more as I muse.
I am their hero, I should hold all the answers within.
And I do, so how can I decide when good and evil are not opposites, but shades in the same colour palette?
For centuries, I think. I consider. I reflect.
I forget to move and static, I become stone.
About the Creator
Isa Ottoni
Isa Ottoni (she/her) writes fiction with a spark of magic and fantasy with a spark of reality. She believes fantasy is what makes life fun, and that is a hill she is ready to die on.
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