The dragon fruit fall from the sky...
The river lift the door of the sleeping ones...
Glowing eyes are stongly disturbed by this awakening...
The fruit is floating, so is the dead awaken...
He grab the fruit and rise...
It is life, in his hand, that he hold for the first time in centuries...
No need to eat it, no need to give it... he is fascinated by the beauty of the dragon fruit...
Is there any other way to say how great the light is making everything so alive?
But, he want to sleep... But now, the river has taken away his eternal home... His garden of drown flowers may never watch over him and his friends again... He may be sad, but he can't cry...
Such an unfortunate faith for someone who's faith was ended long ago...
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