TwinSabreInferno

Flat of earth and shallow waters, lay the land of lost forefathers. Caught between the night and day, it is here the eternal children play. Wander not to waters edge, for the blackest void will fill with dread. Those who fall are forever lost, fate will rip, and eternity tossed. Climb the towers of blue and black, to stow the cloud dust in your sack. Fear will hold you, jagged climb, you need but only take your time. Symbols blue, spark the air, carved in stone of towers there. Glint of purple the clouds do shine, like the water of soot and brine. The mighty tower casts a shadow, a warning to those who walk the shallows. The shore will somet

 It was one of those nights. The nights where you are so lost in your thoughts that you cannot sleep. My body is steeped in sweat, and my mind tormented by an unending stream of thoughts. For I had awoke from a dream so real, I can no longer discern between what is, or is not. My earliest memories of the night had me in a library. I was studying a book, but the pages; strange. Every word I read would dissipate from it's context, and become meaningless. Yet I kept reading, looking for something. It was a book on the meaning of life, and the history of the universe. Being awake now I realize the absurdity of such a book. I understand now that