It is all a hazy remembrance now.
The redness of the setting sun gave its hue to the sky on the western horizon and the birds were returning to their homes after a day of scouring for food. The night gently tiptoed behind the retiring day.
Everything was going good until he heard a pandemonium of sounds all around him. He opened his eyes and swam to the shore as fast as he could…
The morning sun beamed its rays through the slivers in his thatched roof to say a cheerful good morning. He … More
Was it the fear? The fear of the unknown, of uncertainty, of getting lost and never to return or the fear of failure or perhaps the fear of dying. Or maybe it was just plain anxiety that seemed to gnaw at his resolve for a solution.
The planet and its residents. Their search for a meaning and the reality.
An investigation into the nature of human mind and desires therein.