This is the end of an era and a begining of something set apart.
Let it be known that upon the reconstitution of the living she will find her self lacking and find a path to the stars.
Call upon the heavens when the time begs for it, and only then.
May the sounds of your cries be deafening before you choose the awake us.
Do not call lightly.
The mycelium network of the Forest ,
Brought to new life by the City ,
Do not mourn for the trees ,
We are their vessels to the New.
All things replicate past/present/future symbolism.
There is no time ,
Call to the night sky to face its unwavering stare. It is uninteresed in your struggles, they are nothing to it. Follow the path you see into the open plains. what do you see? Towers dotting the horizon? Do they scrape the clouds or do they simply block the sun? Before you act upon the thoughts you undoubtably feel, let your eyes molest the subject of their desire.
LULLABY
In their desperation they fling themselves at whatever distraction they can aquire with the ferocity of a thousands wolves. Never in all of the years of watching have I witnessed more then a few dozen wake from their restless stupor without lulling themselves back to the clutches of comfort. Make note of the them. They are little strings of data. Important though insignificant. Pity them if it helps you rationalize it.
| Mirth |
Longevity |
Humor |
Vile |
Bravery |
Materialism |
| Loneliness |
Anger |
Heatred |
Sadness |
Worry |
Disgust |
| Loveless |
Distain |
Panic |
Greed |
Cold |
Selfishness |
| Covered |
Bloody |
Anemic |
Numb |
Vain |
Bold |