? Destiny would have that I blindly follow with no thought of my own. But when I contemplate tomorrow my heart is turning to stone. Why am I never satisfied? Why do I live with
they are dead. Over eons, over centuries, it has taken many names for the Spirit of the Ancient is the fire within the flames. Let mankind burn with
in sorrow. Sometimes they scream as life is deprived of them. Life is no dream and death holds no final end. We all must die. Hacking away with the
A pool of water, crystal clear and shimmering, beneath the light of an ancient moon. The water's cold tranquillity, majestic and refined in stillness
Lassitude overwhelming me, my consideration to relent once more strengthened with time. But the pervasiveness of the promise, "Thou shalt not be enticed
of activity, the forest teeming with life and lives. But lives are merely a doorway wherethrough can be expressed the nature of the Ancient; the one who abides within
. I enter the clearing and stop in sudden horror as I view an unnatural spectacle of ancient fallen trees. This is a fossilised forest, silent and calm, with