Land Of The Fallen Star

Prologue

Mountain ranges circle the perimeter of the town peaked with white snow that shimmers under the sun. A slight sparkling haze glides across the surface of the ground swerving throughout the crowd. Houses dotted here and there all unique in design not one house the same, almost like snowflakes. The trees are stripped down to their last orange red leaves, their debris scattered across the floor creating a collage that screams autumn. Everyone is doing their own thing. I sit here on this hill, on this bench, wishing to wish on the already fallen wishing star.