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About the World
Our story takes place on The Heart of the World In the center
Wonder climbs from snowy mountains to arid deserts, Jungles and plains all coalesce
Mystic, marvelous, unnatural The land itself wonders
Begin anew, Rise alongside her
Well-minded, rugged, and rich Come with stories to tell Dream of attaining better
Find opportunities endless.
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Don’t expect The old linger Of discord
Scarring Relevant to setting
Doubt, reach to time
Pleased as staff found of abuse
Removed from offending
Volatile, not to be discussed
Prompt: Darkness As A Comfort
Darkness as a comfort Darkness as a guise
A comfortable cloak of mine The Dark is Simple, kind
The light hurts my eyes The city is loud
Much too loud Bleeding into me
Give me the Darkness, Preferred and Caring
Like a mother with her arms Wrapped around and around
I retreat into her Sickened and dizzy from the sun
She welcomes, She is preferred
Help
They need to be cut down Cut down
Change over time Indefinitely
Keel over and die Not in prime
Lifespan: 0 Years At the verge of death
Heart, A failure
Rare, realistic, Change, Rebuild
Discover the blind Use it for gain
On the limit Too much
I am wrong Memory is telling me of death, immortal
Races of Aetheral
The spirit Alive in peoples who call home
Tradition, unison Beneath the eye of prosperity
Unique, wide-spread Backbone in art, science, war
Descend, Find a place, Prove their worth
Hail the Eld, Settle in all corners of the world Into the highest wood and deepest caves
Proud, There is little question to who has Conquered all
Born of the wishes of a goddess Magic in both body and purpose
Ambition despite tragedy
Thrive over the fallen
Connect to spirit Marked by war and strife,
Better the will of death, Towards which they march
Sunshine
Smiling like the sun My teeth hurt from the Sweets craved, desired, wanted
Dough and soup To keep me kind and warm Lovely and nice
I am not made Of sugar and spice But odd bitter flavors
Like the aftertaste of an orange Lemons in a meringue Sugar rotting in your mouth
When do you wake up Afternoon sun on your sheets Deciding you’ve had enough
Enough of misery Enough of shame Enough of fear
I found my breaking point A couple days ago The beckoning of fall spurring me on
Onward and outward, Into that post-summer sun