There is something to say, it may be to know the view before continues and retinues that parleys the intentions written herewith, the past of the traveler unforgotten and choices are but few and forsaken, for your troubles. Those that began this will begin, for they only just had providence -- and those that find a truth will be consumed by the futures in the sight of servitudes to the nature of conflict befit collectives, so such a place for memory. Of skies the dream of distance and earth the silence of its deep fires, for winds the taste of time and cosmic symphonies of rains like walls of strident storms. Forward forewarned, focus to escape.
I walked into the forest looking for water, the search continues so quickly the time begins speaking and twisting the light of the world, something remembered for something gained a trust in the whisper of the endless, taunting me that sacrifice solutions serenade the pain caused from communing with the spirits, farther, closer, steadied still and stratus eget, fear and failure the taste of clarity, the purity of satiation after thirst, this the water is the cause and target marching into the mist of late antiquity, punished by the deep sky to breath more air of fog than fresh. Lifting steps find in finality a step onto the mountain quick to look behind myself the unpercievable distance a great journey, about to open the glow from the crystal atop the mountain, the silence in its own mercy a thought of another, the eyes ones of magic the power of sentient aeromancy as smoke becomes esoteric diviinity summoned, but smoke becomes the shoulders of ground rising, a cape of the uprising the earth and etherial. The light not valuable art but a magic triggered to envelope me, a powerful witch rises ahead of the path to glowing diamond ore, hidden by the dragon living in her gown blended to shawl and woven to cape, this spoken was the gate guardian.
Mask of the sage, coven of the lights, purity of many impure.
I searched my heart for honesty to fear and freedom found a deep spell unleashed and trapping all that is for knowing, broken to the lowest desperation insincerity blocks my vision and my hand is full of empty vials of inveterate suspension. Indefinite composure surrounds my escape powered against myself to the confines of the mind of madness now upsprung. A wing of starlight summoned unrightly from the ancestry of stars, the splash of white magic self served broils against my outstretched arm. The gate guardian's dragon swings overarching soft and then slowly to defying the pull of the earth.
I am the voice of adventure, you will not find this search.
I run dashedly leaping fastly at the gate guardian to end her for defiance, to stare off at the glow restrained from unfoolish daliance, hasted to taunt the glow only finding myself thrown to the ground, the earth in burying me laughs, sifting me into this finale as my power overpowers me, the press pushes against me, to gather my soul I stand facing the gate guardian as the treasure hides behind the drifting dragon.
Defeat is the guarantee of the ephemeral task so much as werewithal contends that gathering my soul the universe leans against my desire, raining emotions washing the words and wisdom gone until easiest is the supposition, daring gallant defiance creating silence plans like thoughts of choice now tithe to the gate guardian, it is here that I hold the diamond, covered in earth, unshaped and unfinished by existential designs yet. The sky opens and the vista speaks its name.
I walked into the valley of the empyrean unknowns, light and life break as waves from two oceans as the pale light and the world are one, the story of magic told by my eyes each piece of light becoming the synthesis of the first words and the ancient worlds before discovery, as is each step a counted tread of new mysteries of ubiquitous fate and fortune, the light pours me into the clear, the grass brushes me into the valley, the wind pushes me in the wrong direction, the test of regrets the steps on fertile earth and the impatience of new eyes my heart demands to see the entire world unveiled to foreign histories, my thoughts a storm of words too grows also a storming sky. From an opening in the rainfull dark clouds a glow of green, certain to be a reckoning of my fealty, now knelt and ready for wisdom of the sky's song. Comes a gate guardian of the clouds, a tailed dragon woman floats to the earth.
Ever is where this ends, the unknown is beyond your grasp.
I look to the dragon lady patient in the hovering trusting that almost to the ground the sky would rest her, that her next steps would lie where they are closest, the most of which the offward thoughts develop as her mood shifts in her eyes also do clouds lean and throw like waves in the most distant and spark at the closest of the firmament high above myself. Thoughts are the currency of the separate disasters, for as we spoke in my mind with violence the storm shakes my fear just as my knowledge overflowing my thoughts of my tongue draws hate.
If in falsehood the trembling begins. Make from the sky feathers of mountains for me.
The sky began to quake and the earth then slid the sounds of wind were like the rivers of the immortality most sacred and the rains were each drops of the secret, which I had not escaped nor discovered, the sky began a rebirth and the green glow became too bright.
I awoke in the dream with fate no more than untold forgottens, but in alacrity my dreamscape a tiring theft for wastrel distress, whose breaking motions are a sanity of incomplete regressions to mold sleep in slumber to search the soul instead, for warmth the thought of the sunrise only finding the autumn sunset, of lustre and lucidity the fear of storms the summer breeze calling the children of man to the fires, the reaction to escape a glow of distant great cities like fireplaces of stone, on the great dark horizon, a radiance of a distant ocean of stars and magic of the living nature this world a distillation of victory and safety, as could be a vernal springtime for each thought to escape, and in this my instinct, stout and stoically rampant as passivity fades does criticism, complacency the gate guardian formed of light, the clouds in the shape of a sunrise, the skies blue and breathing the darkness inward and exhaling the fertile world of this tresspass, what then the gate guardian held her own hand and released herself an emissary of the afterlife.
Come, space is countless dawns and dusks with the complexity of worlds.
I sign to follow and reach for her only to touch and time missing, vanished is the gate guardian in bodily form only to hold the hand of the earth mother made of heavens, run again of apprehension the vessel dissapears, the guardian again the growing skies holding their avatar, keeping me unable to become the emissary opposite myself. The breadth of day a surrounding tide of the living world, I am turned from a seed to a tree.
