2006-08-17 La Divina: This is an image sketch for a setting in the new story I'm working on. Feedback is appriciated! 2006-08-22 Mister Saint: Hm. It sounds intriguing, it does! Evocative imagery here... I can see the place as if I was looking at it through my window. In my mind's eye, though, I see a river or lake somewhere nearby... a good water source for all that once-fertility[La Divina]: 115.Garden
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Within the walls, weeds ran wild, choking and covering rosebushes like shrouds cover the dead. The trees are bent, patterns in their bark making cold, archaic grins. Flowers grow here and there, dry and faded, tired as ones without souls.
In the center of the callous brick paths, the pathetic hills and weed kingdoms and bitter trees, sits a throne made of marble, once a bench where three children sat and laughed as they basked in the golden sun. The cold stone sinks down into the earth, the ghost of an apricot tree framing one end, a tangle of weeds the other.
It’s just a garden.
But if walls ears, this one has eyes as well, and the living ancient thing of brick and ivy is Argus, watching, watching.