My toes waded in the cool waters of the cove. I breathed in the scents that could only be experienced in this small part of the world. The moss on the rocks behind me. The upturned soil in the field where creatures burrowed about looking for their next meal. The droplets of dew that fell from the brightly green leaves of various giant plants jutting forth from the ground like some victors of a desert race, for in fact that was what they were. Strange, lonely winners unknown to the barren world around them. I was their guardian. Their keeper. Their gardener. I alone knew of this hidden oasis, buried beneath the sands of time, neglect, and radiation. It was always funny to me the way the others of this dying world would fight over land and wares until there was nothing left for which to wage war. My entire existence, I have always chosen peace over violence. This left me with nothing, so it made no difference if I scrabbled and clawed in defiance like my
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