Irregular ripples ran rampant, sloshing the silent southern shore, and after all as the sun disappears only to reappear in our tomorrows we shall come again back to this place stated Garmouc and in the farthest reaches of the firesh-naar the palmfronds sashayed in the sultry seabreeze and as the blue twilight fell the eveningstar lit its splendor upon the wakeful ones below, has it been ten thousand years already and how should we know what the ruined concrete cities could signify for our own lives in this new more reasonable yuga where none can hear the marching of the radiation men and in the forgotten towers built of bone the chanting murmuring drone of the heirophants echoes throughout the chthonia; woe and warning have been given no heed and still the fireflies flickering glow among us and the grasses sway tall and the green forests speak to us in dreams of the deeds of our fathers for ours is not their lot and solace is a thing for which they have no need to wander as we, truthfully the stars they burn away for miles and who can say, maybe it was only yesterday.
More later.
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