The entire town or city was build on water just like their previous parallel. It was a silent walk and the silence here did not feel hot on the nape of the neck, didn’t feel tiring, breathless, thirst provoking. It was silent, mild, and calm. For a moment Golmak felt he was walking as though beside his father. The cool breeze from the sea cooled him down. The heavy salty air felt refreshing to the lungs. Golmak felt a wave of emotion that he gulped down since he knew it best when bottled inside. The water was from the sea and it was strange since the land was on sea, small patches and yet, each patch had a desalinizer and filtration equipment.
Each patch of land had a temple like structure and that was somewhere surrounded by fields with crops growing, some had mushrooms, honeybees, vegetables, fruits, some that are indigenous to Japan alone. Many had fibre coloring units, paper making, bamboo harvests, and then the plum and the drum making, the music making units. Each was connected to the other by a thin strip of floating white path, glowing and kind of an alien structure to the entire group.
“What is this place?” All echoed silently.
“This is a strip of land we are left with to accomodate you with what you have left on your side. The resources like land and minerals are divided among the parallel strips widely and they are to be used and shared within the known and the unknown groups.”
“Does earth have more space then?”
“No, Golmak, it is the limit, lest they start turning deserts into green land and that wouldn’t harm, I say now that the petroleum is already formed and being driven out. The sand is easy to regulate and thus keeping it in control could do the magic, you just have to know what can really grow within its environment and layer it, frequently changing the vegetation as necessary and as per change in atmosphere and environment. Deserts don’t serve a lot of purpose, yes, after sea, a stretch of sand does help normalise the air but then other than that there is little that needs to be done even if we use all our deserts.”
“Where is this earth then?”
“On earth, but the earth itself forms a strip of the triangular pyramid….and the rest of the planets the other strips.”
“You mean we are on a different planet?”Zieg almost fell off the boat.
“Yes, but, of course.” Hastutuka smiled.
“You mean our earth is limited? But my ancestors say it’s not.” Branga was quite feeling all of it as though.
Hastutuka smiled and that seemed like everyone was seeing his smile as though for the first time.
“It’s unlimited but then there is a catch.”
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
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