Friday image and transcription

by Xenos @, Shores of Time, Friday, February 15, 2013, 11:57 (4113 days ago) @ MrPadraig08
edited by Xenos, Friday, February 15, 2013, 12:21



You see history hidden between the
barren rocks and within the high acid
clouds. You see ruin emerging from
where it has always been, ready to claim
its birthright.

Sunlight is starved. The fierceness is
chilled and thinned, made sweet again. A
new ocean emerges, thick and salty and
hot, from springs and geysers that drench
the dead ground.

You wonder: will this world's second birth
be its finest? You draw deep inside,
seeking direction, truth...

But all you have are the riddles of your
own intentions.

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