A Requiem for a Long, Lost Dream…

Hark, dear souls who listen thee,

Hark, as the fiery expanse of thine world burns ever so…

Reach, for the tallest lengths as thy singing becomes ever louder,

For the day is set and thine world lays in shambles…

Thou home is already lost to the darkness as it should,

As if events, repeating within cycles call forth the morning larks who listen still…

Doth thou knoweth of the time before?

When thine world was merely breathing in life still,

When flowers grew ever so vibrant…

When the sunlight was still cast in its lively hue…

When life walks ever so peacefully in civilizations long past.

Ah…

Doth thou remember it still?

T'was a flawed, imperfect world as many others in the sea of infinity…

Yet thine world was paradise to some, Gehenna to others.

Thy people perfectly balanced, allowed thine world to thrive.

Even as greater beings of Divine watched over…

Thy people mattered in perpetuity.

For the World, blessed Gaia hath yet to abandon her children…

And Blessed Alaya, held strong as thine world continued to revolve.

Doth thou remember the rest?

When the bright star, furthest into the heavens came to barter?

When thine people witnessed the interloper from the beyond, land beneath thine soil?

White as starlight, mighty Titan that rose from the fires of the beyond it hath brought.

Doth thou remember the sweet tones of misery?

Doth thou remember as thine cities crumbled…

As armies were slaughtered…

As the bright, beautiful, and blue sky t'was rendered in smoke and ash?

When thine great Divinities, wrought in war and adorned by Aletheia did battle?

Doth thou remember when the once bountiful world remained broken as defenders, great and small lay their lives in futility?

Ah…

In a peaceful dream, the great White Interloper who had wrought thine world in flames should hath perished…

In a peaceful dream, six of the Fae hath forged the light of Promised Victory…

In a peaceful dream, thine world would have been alive, still.

Broken, wounded, but alive.

Yet this is not thou reality that thee tread or wake to.

T'was merely a Midsummer's Dream born out of tales from old folk…

I remember.

I was there.

Thine existence was still in infancy…

Yet I remember as the Great Gods clashed with the White Aberration.

Far more furious, far more violent with each successive strike that would hath cut thine world in two.

Yet Victory was never cast.

Everything was annihilated as thine Divinities cast one last shred of an attempt to ward off the interloper.

The White Aberration did the same…

Their forces met, their power, greater than any force seen on thy world,

Hath ended in mutual destruction.

T'was too late for any such weapon to be forged to save what was left.

Thine world was left empty…

Like a dying man screeching for its last breath.

Great Mother Gaia was silent.

Greater Alaya too was absent.

Only few remain who tell the tale…

For thine world was merely waiting to be discarded,

Like a rotten leaf absent from the branch it was part in.

Yet, I look upon thee…

Ye who hears my song.

Perhaps… thine world can still come back.

Perhaps… thine world will not join the others…

Perhaps… thine world hath yet to lose its purpose.

Perhaps.

AN: I wanted to put this in between the Keith and David chapters… but honestly, I think it fits here. For its quite an important piece of info that will come to play for the ending.

I leave you all to speculate on what this is… but to confirm, no there will be no Sefar shenanigans in this fic… which is a shame, since I wanted to see little Altera do the Learning with Manga dance on Worm.

LOL.

Anyhow, be free with how you interpret this, because it's both a mirror to what happens to Golden Morning by quite a bit, as well as an important piece of tribute I have for both Lb5 and Lb6.

As for the two chapters themselves, haha… I need more time with them. But I am very much excited to publish them once they're done.