Chapter 47- A listening silhoutte

Chapter 47- A listening silhouette

Decay is the price

for life’s fleeting beauty.

~Unknown

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“Make sure you handle those with care and precision,” A stern voice cut through the busy servants working to clean the porcelain artifacts and ornate tapestries which depicted rich scenes of ancient makings with few holding recorded images of the deceased royals of Dragsholm. “Wipe with your hands and not your fingers. A scratch seen, your life is cost,” he added, causing the servants to bow slightly, resuming their work with safer urgency.

Six years had passed since dry leaves fell on rainy grounds after naked boughs, bringing out new ones with their roots alive fed in the mysteries and secrecy of every living being. We live in a world where one big day arrives, takes the talk of the town, and returns to the way it was previously, or not, either morphing something different or building bricks higher.