The Existential Ambush
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Deep in a ravine, the riverbed was cool and quiet. Lush green jungle rose high on both sides of the surrounding mountains. The river itself wasn’t flowing. It was nearly dry this time of year. There were several pools of clear untouched water here and there. They sat quietly, patiently, awaiting the return of the annual rainy season. They were nestled in the corners of the river bends along the dry, sandy bottom that gently meandered left and right on its way through the narrow pass. Schools of tiny fish swam around in some of the pools. They searched for food that appeared somehow in their small ecosystem. If fish could hope, these fish would hope that the pools didn’t dry out before the river was full and flowing again.
Because humans rarely came through this mountain pass, the scene was pristine and peaceful. Today would be different, this small Garden of Eden existed in the middle of Hell; war raged all around. |
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