"What if I learned how to bring them back to life."
Elliot continued moving the raft through the day as we approached the arch of ancient bones.
There, I could see the grass and algae that had grown over it while different creatures moved across its massive surface, which had become their home.
Even using my senses, I couldn't feel its end.
Within this majestic silence, the sound of flowing water slipped through accompanied by Ellen's story, which strangely felt familiar to me.
As though I had heard it somewhere before.
"He sat before their graves for days and days, thinking over and over again…"
Is it truly possible to bring the dead back to life?
As someone who lived trapped within a small and primitive world, he was ignorant about such things.
He had already learned how their bodies worked, why they needed food, why they needed air, how they grew and aged before eventually collapsing.
The things that happened unseen by the eye.
He already knew all of that and more.
