Enigma Express: A Storyteller's Haven

He looks around, As the world drowns in a gilded flood: Yawning wide as if to taste the earth’s very marrow, The rivers, seas, lakes, every liquid shudders- their tongues  curl  inward, slow to a crawl yet disappearing- vanishing! Nothing left for the rest of us. Didn’t we bring this onto ourselves? The land gasped- thirsting for water, cracked and breathless. Once rich with life, now crumbles like ancient parchment.   The amber venom slithered through the field, lighting everything in its path. One by one, every flower, every petal Bows, begging for forsaken mercy Devouring what the gilded flood left behind. A merciless hunger. All he could do was pick up the ashes of near tomorrow And let the guilt slowly burn in his hands.

[A dimly lit bridge on a cold evening. Stars twinkle in the sky and the sound of water flowing can be heard beneath. DEMERTIS stands at the edge of the bridge, a cloak covered most of his face, staring straight ahead. He speaks softly to himself.] DEMERTIS: In such a night, shadows seemed to bend yet no light seems to escape from the moon. Just a man I am, with trembling hands and thoughts so deep, do I pour out my feelings for you to keep. Rather I stand here but sleep. Where is she oh where is she? [PEGULA enters and joins him on the bridge with a cloak which casts shadows on her face.] PEGULA: In such a night, the moon lays low on the horizon. DEMERTIS: In such a night, the moon seems nowhere to be found yet stands beside me in this very night. PEGULA: In such a night my lips are to betray me on something my heart desperately tried to break through but my mind had forbidden. DEMERTIS: In such a night, words can't scratch the surface of the demons inside. But I must try. [PEGULA ...