contradiction

As the sun dipped low, soft orange hues painting the evening sky, Orlando stood at the precipice of time, poised on the ledge of an era that was not quite his own nor the one he had left behind. The memory of his earlier years still lingered, a misty, half-imagined dream, shrouded in the fog of years. He was aware of the inherent paradox that his existence in this new age presented, yet he had no desire to return to the confines of his past.