The Tree of Quietus: Archaic Chronicles
Date: July 2020
Duration: 2 hours 9 minutes
L.N. Amethyst introduces himself with a sacred novelette that can be readily read by everyone, during any time, and anywhere. Rather the reader falls into the livelihood of young adult, new adult, middle-aged, or elderly
through the lens of a scientific informational and naturalistic admirer, or an artistic poetic personae personified with creative desire, prepare to be presented a story that can bring even the downtrodden of times to aspire an atmospheric smile across every reader within mile, while at these exact moments, reveal how exactly humanity is causing torments towards our one and only earth through personal possessive laments.
A fellowship fervent family of four fervid their steps as they strolled towards the Tree of Quietus; a father, mother, daughter, and son. In a world engulfed upon times of crossed crossroads of crimes and timeless rarities of rarefied rhymes, the guardians wanted to teach the duo who are now young adults about the severity of nature and how it serves its purpose to infuse tantalizing azures of ales alluring and advocating upon a river of cerulean sky-lit fireflies, and trusting tresses of trees that stood strong and perilously proud from their trussing elderly barks. And so, the sparkling souls those incredible parents entitled were entities of rhinestones which cleanse the onyx nights from wicked treason of such diluted parenthood that followed falsified irrelevant reasoning, beautifully replacing these tyrannical treason with the pleasant auras of ivories, which ascended from the soil when our Earth's days had spread its wings and glided with the earned earnest of pleasantries.