Moth

In the darkness of the Eastern regions there is a moth. This moth is massive in size. Its exact dimensions are not known but its wings span thousands of miles across. As it flies through the night sky its vast wings clip heavens outer edges, scattering clouds in there wake. Powerful gusts howl through mountains and rivers as the moth flutters overhead. The moonlight reflects on the vast network of colourful scales as the moth drifts in the gloaming, its destination beyond human space.

Inspired by the writings of the Chinese Taoist philosopher Chuang Tzu and the Chinese Buddhist poet monk Pao Hsien.

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About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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