To him, they were saviors.
How many years it had been,
he can’t remember.
But he knew them in a way,
with his heart, that time doesn’t really matter.
Just those precious moments.
“How many years?” he asked
himself.
Technology, to him, was a
maze. Too technical… perhaps.
He was always more
interested in the strength and delicacy of the chambers, the flow.
“Can I really see where they
are? Let’s try this thing out…”
