May 1st, plus an illegible year marker.
The reader assumes written sometime in
the 21st century from all the indicators.
Along a wicked coast of
crags, teethy stones jutting sternly from
the depths of the yonder blue origin.
A human has taken a tome from a
shelf inside an ancient keep. Its towers,
and walls, buttresses, gargoyles, courtyards, gardens, apiary, halls, barracks, temple, and library; all made of some unfathomable black rock (like an obsidian stone). Empty. They barely survived
the quest, And
In the light reflective of the surrounding country,
And ocean out beyond the structure glimmers
like magic. Many nights, by a fire, in some forest,
in some glade, under a canopy, out in desert wide open, meadow, swamp, by rivers, empty old cities beneath the stars, the universe,
and cosmos. Long had been this hidden journey.
Describe the current history of the world. And then
the book inside claims a mystery.
The scars want answers.
So true, so funny, so fragile
How deep down always tough and some core
cellular sublimity. Plus more history...
The future reckoned that the past had been
a factor. Against the wall rested a long curved
blade; its master read a forgotten language.
The story once upon a time ago.
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The land of Aearth. A planet of bounty.
Environmental wonder a globe of absorbed
sunlight, worshipping particles and waves.
Jubilant with the forces of creation. Aearth rich, wealthy, so far gross measure of beauty scaled
infinite. To stand upon her and see her always, and the sunrise and sunset, the marvels of life at all the stages and in harmony. Imagine the sounds of the rainforest. Imagine the strange waters below. Fish that glow, whales that seem like time eternal beasts. Honey, bees, flowers, redwoods, all flora / fauna.
Woe was her demise.
Our hero stops reading.
A memory.
During the journey, we came upon a place, so old it felt, and sheltered from all spaces.
(What about external authority?
For us, as people, was it simply always an idea?
How does language and forms level
the playing field?)
Inside a globe, the shape of this
legend?
