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revenant_rain) wrote2012-09-11 09:07 pm
revenant_rain) wrote2012-09-11 09:07 pm
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I saw the end of all things.
I saw the world reduced to dust and smoldering embers. The trees did not speak, they did not even whisper. They crackled gently as I walked past, and I believed this to be the true nature of plants until I woke within the grove. The world was silent and it was still. I met nothing in my Dream but ash, and I met no one in my Dream but death.
I saw the end, and I was not afraid. I did not know to be. I had no sense of what had been lost until I woke; I barely even had a sense of self, of my own existence. I was nothing more than an observer, than eyes which gave the world I walked validity by seeing it.
This world is filled with wonder. I am enthralled by what I see and what I learn every day I walk the lands of Tyria. I saw nothing but the husk of this world before I awoke, and everything is new and wondrous to me. Feelings-- I had no idea that there would be such feeling in this life. Such glorious love and hatred, joy and anger. My kin are vibrant and passionate; the dreams they speak of are filled with such curiosity I can barely even imagine them.
I soak it all in, every inch of this land we have been given, like a sapling to the first rays of the sun. But even so, in each step I take as I trek through farmlands and plains, through swamps and through caverns--
Sometimes, only sometimes, I feel the dry crunch of ash beneath my feet. I hear the dry rasp of the wind.
There is something stirring in this world, something which may very well make the dream I witnessed a reality. I fear it, and yet I am not afraid. I will fight it as is my calling, but I care not of the outcome.
What will be will be, and the end is not as terrible as it may seem to those who have not seen.
It is quiet and still, gentle and calm.
It is like home to me.
I saw the world reduced to dust and smoldering embers. The trees did not speak, they did not even whisper. They crackled gently as I walked past, and I believed this to be the true nature of plants until I woke within the grove. The world was silent and it was still. I met nothing in my Dream but ash, and I met no one in my Dream but death.
I saw the end, and I was not afraid. I did not know to be. I had no sense of what had been lost until I woke; I barely even had a sense of self, of my own existence. I was nothing more than an observer, than eyes which gave the world I walked validity by seeing it.
This world is filled with wonder. I am enthralled by what I see and what I learn every day I walk the lands of Tyria. I saw nothing but the husk of this world before I awoke, and everything is new and wondrous to me. Feelings-- I had no idea that there would be such feeling in this life. Such glorious love and hatred, joy and anger. My kin are vibrant and passionate; the dreams they speak of are filled with such curiosity I can barely even imagine them.
I soak it all in, every inch of this land we have been given, like a sapling to the first rays of the sun. But even so, in each step I take as I trek through farmlands and plains, through swamps and through caverns--
Sometimes, only sometimes, I feel the dry crunch of ash beneath my feet. I hear the dry rasp of the wind.
There is something stirring in this world, something which may very well make the dream I witnessed a reality. I fear it, and yet I am not afraid. I will fight it as is my calling, but I care not of the outcome.
What will be will be, and the end is not as terrible as it may seem to those who have not seen.
It is quiet and still, gentle and calm.
It is like home to me.