Flashes Of The Past

Columns of Amber trees firmly planted their roots in a bed of vibrant green moss while flora and fauna of all kinds grew wildly, their numbers comparing to blades of grass in a bountiful clearing.

Such beautiful scenery could almost be called divine.

However, the beautiful painting of fantasy was interrupted by a thundering of hooves on the earth, kicking up the cover of green moss and the sheets of soil.

The hoofs mercilessly stomped the colorful flowers and the figure on top of which drew a trail of bewitching light, raining down soft flurries of its energy like pollen.

The running figure marched through, and soon disappeared once more into the maze of nature. Behind him, the upheaved earth and the destroyed flora rose with life and vigor once more.

It was as if the sands of time had reversed their descent within the hourglass and the patch of divine nature returned to its former glory.