I am alive! Okay, so I haven't updated in four months. That's because I don't DO things that are interesting. I'm still not doing anything interesting. But just to show that I'm not dead, here in random fashion is a snippet of something I've been trying to write. It's probably confusing as hell. Not like I've got anything else interesting to post. Not that this is interesting in the first place.
Flowing Water and its swift rivers, the blood that envelops, and permeates from above. Painting Stone and its winding tunnels, the house of life, separating Sky and Water. Endless Sky and its powerful brilliance, the perpetually shining, arising from the Heavens beneath. In this, only Man must remain uneternal.
-Traditional Ixantl verse
The Domine named Sihwar had just hurled the last of the mason workers from the cliff edge when the ashen sky below flared with blinding fire. For a brief moment, only the pain in his eyes concerned him. All seemed caught in a moment of silence. He soaked in the cleansing energies, ignoring the gasps and fumbles of the guards nearby. Someone spoke out and interrupted his rapture. “My Lord Domine, we are finished here. The winds will begin soon.” Already the light from below had begun to fade. He turned around and opened his eyes to see panicked men, hastily gathering a variety of tools and bundles to take into the tunnel mouth. Sihwar sighed and glared at the offending guard. “And what is wrong with our moment here, on the boundary of stone and sky? In the name of the Pale Kel, we have finished the first step in a mighty deed. Should we not bask in Its glory?” “Domine Sihwar, my faith remains ever constant. But should we linger too long in the season of Flare, we shall be swept down to join those who fell into Its embrace.” The Domine shifted back around, and gazed out into the distance. For as far as he could see into the haze, he saw spires of stone stretching from endless rock above, massive and riddled with small black holes that were the marks of carven tunnel mouths and windows. The marks of cities, whose peoples were undoubtedly hiding from the coming storm. He saw waterfalls rushing downward from the stone above. But what brought him the most joy lay below. A sea of light.
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