For your inspiration
Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 8:02 am
The ashes of greatness and mediocrity are indistinguishable.
Gray. Fragile. Fleeting. They turn to dust beneath my feet.
As I walk this barren land, I ponder how we got here. Since no living thing survived the catastrophe, nobody really knows. But there are whispers, dreams, echoes. Deep in the woods and behind closed doors, old-souls reminisce about things long past. Nobody talks about such things openly, whether out of fear, respect or some other compulsion, I do not know. They are no more than ramblings to most people here, but a handful believe it, and that's enough for me.
They say we were created by some of the old-gods themselves, from the remains of a wonderful world long gone. I have my reservations about how wonderful this world was if it was consumed by fire, neglected by the One God himself. But they persist. Is it possible? Were we created from the smoldering heap of rubble that surrounds us? Were you rebuilt from a flake of ash? I, A plume of smoke? An ember?
Gray. Fragile. Fleeting. They turn to dust beneath my feet.
As I walk this barren land, I ponder how we got here. Since no living thing survived the catastrophe, nobody really knows. But there are whispers, dreams, echoes. Deep in the woods and behind closed doors, old-souls reminisce about things long past. Nobody talks about such things openly, whether out of fear, respect or some other compulsion, I do not know. They are no more than ramblings to most people here, but a handful believe it, and that's enough for me.
They say we were created by some of the old-gods themselves, from the remains of a wonderful world long gone. I have my reservations about how wonderful this world was if it was consumed by fire, neglected by the One God himself. But they persist. Is it possible? Were we created from the smoldering heap of rubble that surrounds us? Were you rebuilt from a flake of ash? I, A plume of smoke? An ember?