What is the present, isn't it the past. What is the past but the
present. The past, present, and future are linked like chains that bind the
soul. And those who govern the soul are able to break through the gate of
time, the gate to the heart.
-sleep-
The only thought allowed to a people who are gifted and cursed with the obligation to guard -abomination-. They are burdened with the duty to keep the balance of life and death. To follow their lines of power of silver and white, threads that forms a intricate net as delicate as a spider's web but strong and loyal to stand against the on slot of the combine might of all the dreams and desires that permute the multisphere.
Deeper and deeper we trail, around and around the thread encircles. We stop at the foot of the Tree, not simply to marvel at its beauty but to gook with Awa at its power. But the threads are pulling us forth, darker still as the light of the stars died, as the flow of the universe ceased, we are compiled into a gaping wound in space, a void to swallow up existence.
Some say that beyond the event horizon that there exists an another multiverse, but what do they know anyway...
What lies beyond the gate can not be simply described in terms of existence, since what is existence. Is it just being there and you would exist or do one must have to be something great to claim that all inviting title.
The beings that lies behind the Vail of space is something so horrible and lovely that the true immortal ones can not help but to be drawn to it like moth to the flame. Because of their inability to stop their want, they stopped it before its amber could shine upon the fabric of reality. Threads of power bind the gate of forever.
But before the seal was formed the being, if it could be called that, reached out to touch the blue, green, and white jewel then let chaos loose. Beginning the revolution and the evolution for the Perfect who would one day allow it to coexist in the stream of time.
For the intent of the immortals to seal it does by no means that they had no other motive. Keys were made and spread between seven dimensions entrusted to eight different races.
And on the world ruled by reptiles, the soil bleed as bombardments of cosmic substance relentlessly battered the planet's fragile ecosystem. With there intrusive entering of the atmosphere they carried with them the genetic structure for the possible path of a race, that would mingle with the naturally evolved life-forms that would once again populate this marble. A living embodiment of the seal promised to the Mother and the Father. One seal to each creating a dual existence that is the central axis of power. A key to each race. A way to unlock the key stone to the land slide that blocks the Gate.
-...sleep...abomination...-
-sleep-
The only thought allowed to a people who are gifted and cursed with the obligation to guard -abomination-. They are burdened with the duty to keep the balance of life and death. To follow their lines of power of silver and white, threads that forms a intricate net as delicate as a spider's web but strong and loyal to stand against the on slot of the combine might of all the dreams and desires that permute the multisphere.
Deeper and deeper we trail, around and around the thread encircles. We stop at the foot of the Tree, not simply to marvel at its beauty but to gook with Awa at its power. But the threads are pulling us forth, darker still as the light of the stars died, as the flow of the universe ceased, we are compiled into a gaping wound in space, a void to swallow up existence.
Some say that beyond the event horizon that there exists an another multiverse, but what do they know anyway...
What lies beyond the gate can not be simply described in terms of existence, since what is existence. Is it just being there and you would exist or do one must have to be something great to claim that all inviting title.
The beings that lies behind the Vail of space is something so horrible and lovely that the true immortal ones can not help but to be drawn to it like moth to the flame. Because of their inability to stop their want, they stopped it before its amber could shine upon the fabric of reality. Threads of power bind the gate of forever.
But before the seal was formed the being, if it could be called that, reached out to touch the blue, green, and white jewel then let chaos loose. Beginning the revolution and the evolution for the Perfect who would one day allow it to coexist in the stream of time.
For the intent of the immortals to seal it does by no means that they had no other motive. Keys were made and spread between seven dimensions entrusted to eight different races.
And on the world ruled by reptiles, the soil bleed as bombardments of cosmic substance relentlessly battered the planet's fragile ecosystem. With there intrusive entering of the atmosphere they carried with them the genetic structure for the possible path of a race, that would mingle with the naturally evolved life-forms that would once again populate this marble. A living embodiment of the seal promised to the Mother and the Father. One seal to each creating a dual existence that is the central axis of power. A key to each race. A way to unlock the key stone to the land slide that blocks the Gate.
-...sleep...abomination...-