Where..

It was as if the wind had never blown a gust, as if the leaves had never rustled.

The silence pervaded every crevice of this wretched world.

Even the waves, ever drawn by the moon, lost their tide.

Eerieness in its pureness.

I can remember when the world had light again. I remember the rustling, the whooshing, the slapping of the waves against rocky shores. Time as a concept warped around them, bending to their every action. The Sun's heat beamed down and warmed our skin.

Now, when the sun beams down, it burns.