Authored: August 30, 2023

"Do you remember, when once the skies were blue?" she whispered into the wind against bare branches of worn-out trees.

Upon a branch observed a creature, not entirely animal but not entirely human. Something in between.

"....The Unnamed felt the last faint twinges of an old but potent emotion. It was a vague and diffuse sense of realisation, the last ever questioning of its existence. The last mere synapses of wondering about life, its cause, still less of the why; but as the last emotion left the Unnamed, it didn't know, that it had taken that one last step from Humanity."

The Moon shone against the opaque murkiness of the dirty sky. The Unnamed howled, without emotion, but with instinct. A primeval instinct. It looked to the ground suddenly. Movement.

Regression.

"I do remember," I responded.

But now that was a distant memory, faded into obscurity.