Stars in the background

P.C :- KL Caley

J and her mentor hand over the nondescript hour glass to new inductee, Z.

Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end : You mean there’s no finality? Like we’ll be continuing to live for 100 odd years without any end? Apprehension hangs loosely in the air, its presence omnipresent.

But what were we in the beginning? Where were we?

Shush! No questions !

They hold hands while the mentor fills the glass with grains of sand, sealing it with energy.

There’s finiteness for others but for us : we’ll be like the stars in the background: day in, day out, and earthlings fail to see.

Time locks itself as they utter the passcode :- “Stars in the background”. The time travelling machine comes to life.

Another space, another time :- Like stars in the background.

136 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you KL Caley for hosting #writephoto challenge. The challenge is to use the above photo as an inspiration for a piece. Thank you Merril. D. Smith for hosting prosery at dVerse. The challenge is to incorporate the line :- “Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.” taken from the poem “A Map to the Next World,” by Jo Harjo and incorporate in a prose piece of about 144 words. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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