Once upon a time in a land nearby, where times and tides weren't the same as they are now, there used to be the occasional town market, where people from far and wide used to promptly arrive to check out the humble merchants wares. It was enthusiasm and awe abound. Flying carpets and shape shifters, climbing water and ferocious animals frozen in stone. Everyone was anxious to see the new object of the year. The one that would amaze and leave you star struck.
But then as time passed, the tease got to one and all. The magic was never affordable and it was torturous to stand and stare. The crowds started to reduce and flock away, leaving the merchants at the height of dismay. Soon, the excitement, the hype died down, and as the years passed by, the visitors to the fare grew weary by the day.
Today if you take a walk down the same road, the merchants sit amongst their goods dreaming of the days that were and the atmosphere, welcoming no doubt, lacks the spark that once drew crowds and crowds. Interaction happens only on insisting, and talk is small an dreary.
It is the change of season. It is the time to go home. It is the time to drive your sword in to the ground and walk home with the white flag covering your back.
love n luck
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