Tekst:
Paramaecium Within The Ancient Forest

? Destiny would have that I blindly follow with no thought of my own. But when I contemplate tomorrow my heart is turning to stone. Why am I never satisfied? Why do I live with

in sorrow. Sometimes they scream as life is deprived of them. Life is no dream and death holds no final end. We all must die. Hacking away with the

Lassitude overwhelming me, my consideration to relent once more strengthened with time. But the pervasiveness of the promise, "Thou shalt not be enticed

. I enter the clearing and stop in sudden horror as I view an unnatural spectacle of ancient fallen trees. This is a fossilised forest, silent and calm, with