It has been said that there are
few original stories in fiction.
Everything has been done before and
most just repeat in cycles.
The same seems to happen in life, in history
It may not always be the same,
but it often rhymes.
Traces of the same stories,
similar eyes, in different people.
Heroes, villains, those just trying to get by.
The sagas continue.
A rose in Eden. One by one, the petals fall. The ground is stained red.