Come close little one, for I have many stories for you tonight.
The empty ones stand over the void. Each night they wait.
"Afi, why are they waiting, what are they waiting for?
"Quiet Mikros, let me finish the story."
As I was saying, each night they wait. One by one they all appear. They not have reason too, but they do so anyway without fail. They don't do anything other stand there. Perhaps one day that which they wait for will come and perhaps they're meaning will come back.
"Why are they called the empty ones?"
"Well, it's because they are empty, without reason or feelings. They just follow their pattern until something comes to stop it."
"Huh. Do you think We'll ever be able to meet the empty ones Afi?"
"For you and everyone else I hope not. Things without minds aren't trusted."
"But we trust rocks and trees though and they don't have minds."
"Rocks and trees are different. They aren't like us. The empty ones are."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll explain later Mikros, I'm getting tired and you should be going to bed too."
A small child sat by the fire, staring up at the stars as they wondered about who, or what, might be up there, watching down upon them.
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