1/26/22 A Night on Falmare

 A Night on Falmare

The emerald sun sets on Falmare. Twin sisters, Kavilia and Kavora, young in age but old enough to be out alone, watch from a blue sand hill. They slowly run their lemony yellow fingers through the blue sand. Small shiny crystals in the sand reflect the green light. The girls look around at the glow, like tiny emeralds buried all over the hill. 

As the sun disappears behind the horizon, Flamare becomes encased in pitch black darkness. This does not bother the girls as Falmarians have night vision, allowing them to see in the darkness that overcomes their world every night. 

Kavilia and Kavora silently walk to their home. As they reach the large, well lit building, the silence and serenity disappears as the noise enters the twins' ears. On Falmare there are no towns or cities, with many homes and buildings scattered around. Instead there are community buildings. These giant buildings hold homes for families, farm areas for gardening and holding livestock, markets to distribute the food harvested; all this in one building. There were many community buildings all over Falmare, but no one visited other community buildings except on very rare occasions.

The twins live in the Berek community, where their family has lived for generations. The girls have always wondered what it would be like to live away from a community. Few have done it in the past but have never been heard of again. No one knows if they are still alive or if they died in the wilderness between communities. 

Kavilia and Kavora have always been very close, as most Falmarian twins are. They have always dreamed of having a house on that sandy hill, a perfect place to watch the green sun set, and away from the noise of the community. With thousands of Falmarians in one building all the time, finding a moment of silence is rare.

The sisters enter their home, and head to their rooms to sleep, dreaming about living on that blue sand hill when they get older.


The End

1/26/22

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