There is a static field whose shapes are sharp. Powerful, and irrational. Wandering feelings without apparent thought all poised as swords for any one thing that would enter the sanctity of a ruined domain. They have cut into this world for so long. Men and women who became words and meanings, things that cut away into the Earth they crept back into. Old fears let out from the caves as the groan of someone having a bad dream.
Their dust collected, they became monsters of ambition. In their ambition they became ruin. All they see now is war...
Forgiveness is eternal in the sea of our waking dreams. Wherein old fears become cherished friends & old aspirations fade into darkness, only to be replaced by treasures untold.
Forgiveness is eternal in the sea of our waking dreams. Wherein old fears become cherished friends &
