Cosmic Truth
It was a silent night. The weather was clear with not so much as even a cloud on the horizon, which was quite a rare occurrence these days.
A cool breeze blew in through the forest, carrying with it the scent of freshwater.
The lone figure was hunched over the dried-up creek, staring in the direction of the large body of water some distance away. The moon and the starry sky perfectly reflected on the water's mirror-like surface.
The figure belonged to an aged man from the looks of it. His entire upper body was hidden under the raggedy old hood he was wearing for protection from the cold, revealing only the bottom half of his face which had a light stubble.
He sat facing the direction of the lake, humming what sounded like a nursery rhyme while gently swaying back and forth as if cradling a newborn.