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Post by aaroun on Mar 14, 2007 9:34:16 GMT -8
Aaroun sat alone on a stone pillar just outside of the Believer Base loading bays. He was ever silent, but his words always reflect themselves in his mind...rarely finding their way free of mental containment. Cold wind blew from a far distance, the ever constant reminder of the self-destructive nature of his own race...'the fallousy of short-sighted thought and ever-so-present desire to be on top, no matter the future cost.' He slightly shook his head...thinking too much of the past again...but everyone is living in the past and never looking to the future. No one is willing to cut their own path...the wisest men follow their own path... The words of his childhood mentor began resounding in his head. Aaroun closes his eyes and tries to remember those days...
"In a world of opposites, find balance in all things...be fast, walk slowly...be small, stand like a giant...be good, train to be bad...be wise, admit understanding nothing...listen to all others, find your own way. Unlocking one's inner peace of mind is the only quest in life...the wisest men follow their own direction..."
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Post by aaroun on Mar 26, 2007 10:38:49 GMT -8
Aaroun stood...his bones ached, the higher pressure atmosphere of our planet made sure of that. He just started walking out in no certain direction, soon he came crested over the hill to reveal the vast ruins of a city who's name was forgotten long ago. He looked about and saw the chaos and yet all was still, he saw the pain yet all was calm, he saw the weakness, spirit and morality fading, in the gloom, in the mist, solitary and adrift. Dreams like a plague that never cease. Eyes frozen, legs heavy. Walking on a concrete earth under an electronic sky. He hears the winds crying.. "Kneel a while, then rise and find your wings...forget your past, there is no future...only live in the moment, it the present...any other time in existence you are not truly alive..."
The planet speaks to us all, but only in whispers. The blackened sky, cold air, and soil turned ash makes her harder to listen to...but she still speaks. She yearns to be reborn, to be healed..."Bring me back from the brink, my soul is dying and soon nothing will be left to fight over...heal me or I feel all may loose."
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