Post by Squirrels / Constant on Jun 28, 2011 15:01:05 GMT -8
When the world was first formed, it came out of something flawed. Something broken, but usable. It existed, but it did little more.
Then, the world was touched. Elements sprang into existence around it. Within it. Surrounding it with a love that showed it there was a reason for it's existence. Showing it that it was not alone. It began to pulse in joy, the beat being heard by the elements and the elements alone.
Time passed. The elements fueling the pulse of the world. The world holding the elements together with a passion spawned from the elements own love.
Then, the Earth shook. The world trembled, scared. The Earth cracked. The world screamed in fear and in pain. The Earth fell away.
The world grew stronger, knowing it needed to become the ground the elements could stand on.
The pulse grew stronger.
Then the Fire drew away, needing to find a place where it could burn brighter. The world grew cold as it watched the Fire from afar. Adrift and passionless.
The world then roared with feeling, knowing it needed to create the warmth for the Elements that was now so distant.
And the pulse grew louder.
And then the Air was ripped from the world, taking from the world it's ephemeral caress. Removing the carefree nature the world had come to love. The world sat, motionless.
It knows now what it must to. It knows what it has been called on for by this loss. The world waited for the moment.
Listen now as the pulse grows more fierce.
Then, the world was touched. Elements sprang into existence around it. Within it. Surrounding it with a love that showed it there was a reason for it's existence. Showing it that it was not alone. It began to pulse in joy, the beat being heard by the elements and the elements alone.
Time passed. The elements fueling the pulse of the world. The world holding the elements together with a passion spawned from the elements own love.
Then, the Earth shook. The world trembled, scared. The Earth cracked. The world screamed in fear and in pain. The Earth fell away.
The world grew stronger, knowing it needed to become the ground the elements could stand on.
The pulse grew stronger.
Then the Fire drew away, needing to find a place where it could burn brighter. The world grew cold as it watched the Fire from afar. Adrift and passionless.
The world then roared with feeling, knowing it needed to create the warmth for the Elements that was now so distant.
And the pulse grew louder.
And then the Air was ripped from the world, taking from the world it's ephemeral caress. Removing the carefree nature the world had come to love. The world sat, motionless.
It knows now what it must to. It knows what it has been called on for by this loss. The world waited for the moment.
Listen now as the pulse grows more fierce.