The Trojan Horse of love: Written by PTD (English ain’t my first language).

The land was barren, a wasteland of deep gray sand, yet it almost always rained with windstorms, not allowing vegetation to grow. There was no life, only the occasional skull of a wandered, long lost animal was there, the wind whistled harshly like a mourning scream, while the dark sand weaved and waved around the ancient rocks, with faces of dismay.

There stood a massive structure shaped like a huge wooden horse, with a heart carved into it’s chest. The heart glowed in bright red, matching the red blood drenched skies as if they were a stained cloth of a god which existed before time. The horse was only a body and a head, on top of organic fleshy vines with veins on it, it was probably alive somehow, but how?

The horse stood there motionless since long forgotten days. Until one day, a clueless no name nobody arrived to check it out, and get the rumored essence of life. The no name stood there and thought: “Finally, some life, although, why is it in a Trojan horse?”.

The no name looked at the veiny flesh vines and touched them, they felt the warmth of vines, they said to themselves with a smirk of satisfaction: “This is what I’ve been looking for”.

The no name climbed up the long excruciating vines of the Trojan horse. As they climbed, the harsh winds and the rains grew more savage, as if trying to make the no name avoid from reaching their goal. Still, the no name didn’t give up when the skies started raining sharp bloody rocks and smeared dust all over the wounds the rocks caused.

But alas, they reached the Trojan horse, the no name has pulled their hand towards the glowing light, it disappeared, revealing nothing but a shallow holes and gloomy decayed wood. The no name looked down, they were met with disappointment and thought: “All of this journey, all the pain, all the energy, for a glowing illusion”.

Then they said to themselves: “Unless I stay here”. The no name decided to stay whole heartedly, waiting for the next person to arrive, to arrive and try to receive the glowing heart, the essence of life.

Rumors say they still wait for this day, patiently.