021: idea

Nothing was left.

It wasn't that the end came swiftly, or that it even came. One moment, all had been serene, a source of solace in the still barren world. The next, everything that once had been--the richness and splendor of the life bursting forth--vanished into the barren wastes, without so much as a flicker or sound.

Nothing was left. And yet, at any moment, an oasis could appear, a shimmering paradise erupting from nothingness. Such a fickle mirage, when it appeared, could never decide what form to take.

Such was the nature of the mind's own landscape...