THE STORY OF ANAHPO

GENISIS, 20:12

 

There once was a time no man would remember, no book would recall, and no legend would either. Under dust that settles with time that has past, if you seek you will find, and you will find it at last.

But if ever you find what has since been lost, you only have found the bones of a ghost. His remains embodies all that was lost, the last of his kind, so tragic the loss.

His kind was the kind that could speak with the dead, was one with the earth, and all that it fed. They rose with the sun, along with the birds, to wait in the night for the sun to return.

But then one day the earth took a turn, a turn of a events was a turn for the worst. The people that came bought with them a death, soon all that remained was only one left.

So tired he roams, leaning into the wind, the sun will go down, he will wait once again. But the wind grows colder, and the nights become longer, and the cold wind that blows will only grow colder.

He finally falls and crawls to a tree, the last of his nights is all that will be. He curls up in a ball to try to stay warm, his half-open eyes sees no hope at all. His death is near, this much he can see, a gaze so empty passes over his knees.

As the price of a life is the cost of a death, to return to the dead is what he expects. His body will stay as one with the earth, his spirit can rest until he returns.

But what happens next, he couldnt foresee. He woke as a ghost, but his ghost couldn't leave. He woke to a time far into the future, a gasp of dispair meets the view that he captures.

And so a journey begins, in the storm that is madness, to recover whats missing, it's so hard to imagine..

 

- Anahpo