The Old

It was said an Old survived the New Dawning regime and lived in a tower overlooking the gorge. In writings, it was said he had lived one thousand years. And yet, when we arrived at the famous site of his home, there was no clinomanic gentleman whose snores were judgments against the devourers of history, belief, and culture. There was only an ivy-covered tower that whistled with the wind rushing through, a tower that cried to the clouds, that sang an ancient history.

#Promptodon prompt-based fiction on Mastodon, the writing exchange instance

*The word prompt for this picture prompt was “clinomania” meaning “an excessive desire to remain in bed; morbid sleepiness.” I couldn’t find its adjectival form online, but I took liberties and treated it like the words “mania” and “hypomania.”