Azza´s son

 Azza´s curiosity once created a world from one that had died
eons from his birth

A forested world abandoned by it´s creators
Large factories bulging and protruding from the bush side
Like borders to the once bustling cities
clustered alleys surrounding long open highways

The forest a patchwork of colors and textures
Easy enough to get lost in
And there he was singular perfectly alone
Not ever knowing companionship

Making his way through the low hanging vines
the carcasses of unidentifiable vehicles that used to move that world
Coming to the base of a densely wooded hill trying to access the buildings above
Entry ways were sealed and all that could be heard was the breeze and ghost echos

Ghost echos of a life not yet had, or one that had passed a millenia ago
The boy changed his eyes and honed in on the paths around the closed overgrown structures
Following them through until he got into the city´s mainstreet
hit with the sooty metallic perfume of the past

Alone in the middle of that monstrous city sensing the way things were
Praying to an absent god, solitude in every second
This rusting decaying infrastructure, the priceless art changing over the years
desintegrating sublimely as the boy spoke in that cities tongue as if to raise the dead

And the boy went about recreating something that had lost it´s essence

Azza his proud father looking on from a semi operational city camera once synchronized to his skull