Flowers Born in This Land | Kazemakase Literature Club

I had a dream.

A massive meteorite fell to the world, a flash of light raced from its center, and after burning everything away, it turned dark.

In a world where nothing breathes, my consciousness alone wandered, watching the end of a planet.

I do not know if it is hot or cold.

I feel no wind.
I smell nothing.

Without a physical body, I could feel nothing at all.

Something small shone in the distance.

A light that twinkled briefly and then vanished.

It gradually became round, and before long, I saw small sparks.

One by one, the number of lights increased.

A shower of light fell, sparkling.

I shed tears at those breathing lights.

The world took a small breath.

Like stars twinkling, a rain of light fell from the sky.

New life descended upon the world of the end.

It begins again from here.

That sparkler was like a newborn soul.

The heartbeat of the Earth will surely nurture small lives in its round embrace, breathing the power of life into them like sparks.

My consciousness is covered by the small lights.

Now, I too will go to be born, small and strong, just like those lights.

Along with the many lights born into this world again today—

Thank you for reading.
This work is participating in a project by the Kazemakase Literature Club.