Literature
Drowned In Gold
Imagine a sad survivor as they look out on the remnants of a derelict. All fallen to ruin, sunken, and drowned. Nothing remains, nothing at all remains. We had everything, or we thought we did. The future was a bright dream, but we saw the shadows take form here and there. We pointed, laughed, they were phantoms of a future yet grasped. If only what, greed ruled. It was a bright and new age, one where the past was some backwater without wisdom. What is a tale of cautionary affairs, when the crowds are lost in sweet nectar not even dreamed by gods?! The cries heard then were echoes on the wind lobbed by fanciful hearts. Nothing could have been done differently. See, we all blossomed into true and free individuals. Daft notions of the self, but we lost. We lost so much. We lost our heart and soul, lost our community, our power. Greed ruled, but worst pride took hold, we actually thought our lack of bonds was a strength! Fools. Evil did not materialize overnight unknown to us
