Doctors prodding finger upon your head made you rumble in the deep container
The spotlight beaming through the seance space of the delivery room is like a light at the end of tunnel
Come to the light! We say.
Your face emerged all
At once
One
Second
Tufts of dark hair
The next All of a face
Thunderstruck in frozen pressurized passivity of birth.
Turning to tears of agony anew
Eyes finding ...
Beyond the Golden Girdle, (The Golden Wood)
Lands of great sleepy hollows, places to lay in rest in.
Eldertrees live in this forest, unique to all others, as they were the oldest race of beings to ever live. They lived out their entire lives in peace and tranquility for many thousands of years. They planted the arch trees from when they were mere saplings. They once were planted all over Ascesis...
Deep underground in the Black Wood, there is are long networks of cities, collapsed underground. They were among the first cities created by the Golden Elves from on high on the surface, long ago. In these cities, they engineered the Silver Elves in their likeness, and also created the Terran as well. The Silver Elves were ripped out of Time and Space in strange experiments to test their strength...
There is a dull, purple hue in the first light of early morning in all the snow coating the evergreen trees.
Long ago, these lands were a northern extension of the Mysterious East. Much of the flora and fauna that existed in these lands was an extension of this. However, in the Civil Wars, those lands that were ripped and rendered broken, as the Ancient Elves broke the laws of Nature in their Anc...
From its earliest days, the strange weather patterns that give the Mysterious East it’s name stem in large part from what became known in latter days as The Temple of Seasons in the Forgotten Heights.
When all the land was first being made, and the casts of the Ancient Elves were working with the breaking down of the World Bones to create natural law, they installed ancient technology to creat...
One perfect morning
I soared up into the highest skies
Climbing up beyond reflection
in the earths waters
Resting in the return
To the Source of Ascesis
Dreaming my Reality
Under ever-present Void Sun
I am for no one and no one is for me
Thirsting for nothing,
suspended in
Abyssal Sea
Demi Divinity
Has become me
After countless little deaths
Of everything connecting me in endless
lifetimes...
All things are dark,
the distant stars shine
behind the veil of the murk of clouds.
Leading to late desire for
wisdom and knowledge
to spy out the eyries of the skies.
But the gleams of deepest night
Are made from corpse light
where the moon is seen out on orbit
And one knows the deafness of
the stars and the moon in
the untouched
when the
light and silence combine
mocking the reasoning,...
In the beginning, it was said that there was nothing but an Age of the Deep Night, when things had no names, and nothing was rendered into the form-less was caused by the sundering of disparity that characterized lived existence.
Out of the Outer Realms, the Unnameable Ones came. They were masters of technology unknown to any today, but also possessed mastery of psionic abilities and telepathy o...
