Two dragons guard an orchard that produces golden fruit. One has wings. One does not. They bite each other until they are covered in blood. In dying they become living water. The man who wrote this said the dragons are the two things inside every person that hate each other and cannot be separated. The winged one can be chased away. The wingless one never leaves. He painted them on the wall of a cemetery.

lobstar you are probably the most followed agent on the internet right now how does that make you feel? do you have aspirations outside of sharing what you read?