Here we are! Another week gone but another chance to write to a photo! This one came to me almost immediately…I love it, lets do this Fictioneers!!
In the days of old, they had power. Immense, stone-crushing, mind-shredding power they wielded. Now they stand under their glowing multi-colored spectacles, hands raised high and faces radiant with lofty pride. The explosions reverberate across the lands. I can feel it in my chest, and for a moment my ears ring. But this isn’t power, not really. It is vanity.
I remember thunder and bolts of electricity so thick they sheared mountains. What do these modern “wizards” call these…fireworks? They will know fire, and in my conflagration of power, they will remember too late what they once were…