They emerge from the rice-field, silent, black-clad, hardly visible, even by the birds watching them from high above the earth. The pale sun reflects timidly on their swords: an army of wraiths. In one column they march to the edge of the jungle, without a sound. Deep in the darkness they dive, their leader setting the pace, her steps unreadable to the beasts that track them, her face masked by the certainty of their immortality.
what a visual, succinct story –
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Astounding depth in such a short piece of prose. Beautifully done.
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Just enough to insist on more … nice!
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Chilling yet very poetic. And I love the image you found to go with it.
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Very atmospheric. Great photo too. Nice.
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Quite a painting. I liked it very much.
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Beautifully dark! Each word has purpose. Nice job 🙂
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