The wind blows firmly amongst the empty homes
It flows through tunnels and carries hints of comfort on a sweaty back,
Invisible gods that see dusk blending into the dark night awaken
And begin their trek to their destinations.
In a parallel reality stars shine brightly onto a barren land.
Does a androgynous being exist?
Maybe.
Does that being even care to let us know that we are important?
Probably not.
This is all we know of our father's wars, for a lack of better words.

Do we we care enough to even question it?