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RainRaindrops from the heavens above under Sir Isaac's spell, cleanse our world from the dirt covering our faces. Clear away the mud hiding our heart deep within and bring out the good all of us one day wish to achieve. Bring sadness and remorse to our souls so we can finally open our eyes and see the teardrops of a thousand suffering man all around the globe bursting through the clouds. Let us see the exchange between the earth and the sky, blurring the boundaries of infinity.
Kissed by the sunAfter making my way to this lost green paradise in the concrete jungle, I lie down and take this moment in. Arms behind my head, I look up at the sky, the clouds are carelessly making their way across the sky and hide part of the heavens, a clear blue looking into infinity. Taking it all in, I close my eyes and let my other senses enjoy this relaxing experience. A gentle breeze slowly comes and caresses my face. It makes it way, ear to ear, through my hair, gentle yet persistent. Then it slowly stops until there is no wind at all. I wait for some time, unwilling to get up just yet. It then hit me... with repetition. Waves of heat coming directly from the sun hit my whole body over and again, shrouding me in an almost mystical veil. Powerless against this mistress, eyes kept closed, breathing almost becoming mechanical. My body was nailed to the ground by this overflow of energy, yet I felt as if I was floating, lifted by what kept me down. The heat kissed my forehead, holding me agains
ShadowsLike every shadow, I disappear in darkness. After living this way for well over a decade it's just something that comes naturally. Do not feel bad for me; it is just a curse you have to bear with when you weren't wanted to begin with. Silence is my cloak and the surrounding sound, music to me, is my drug that traps me in the ruins of my own mind. I'm a silent protector; I guess that's what happens when you're an immaterial being. You get attached to those lucky enough to be someone and try to help them as we can. Being people of shadow, we, of course only appear in the darkest of moments and try to cheer you on from behind the scenes. I’m that small voice that maybe you have heard; that voice you silence trying to help you realise you’re worth more than you can imagine. But, when you'll no longer require our help, please hold your thanks. After all, when the morning comes, I'll disappear with the light.
Magic Forest, Tribute to David Arkenstone (part 1)What is this place? This forest is nothing like I would’ve expected. From the outside, it only seemed like an impenetrable living green wall, but from here… this is magical… The sun’s rays seem to ricochet of the leaves of the tall trees, drowning it in a relaxing white light. Everywhere around me, I can hear the sounds of the leaves as little critters pass by, not used to a presence like mine. Am I unwanted here? Perhaps I was never meant to stumble upon such an unexpected paradise. The thick vegetation make the forest seem endless, I can’t even recognize where I came from already. There’s barely any wind in here, the only breeze I feel is also the one I hear as it whistles through the higher leaves. Making my way forward is very hard as there is a lot of darker green fern covering the forest floor, but I feel compelled, compelled to keep going, keep advancing in this green maze. I might get lost, I might never find my way back, but these thoughts
Under the Sea of SandSun rising from behind the dusty eternal dunes of this vast ocean of sand, the kingdom slowly awakens. The shadows retreat back into the darkness, letting the enduring beings of the desert see the light of day. Lost between two mountains of sand rested a lost oasis. The water sparkled under the warming rays of this newborn day. A single palm tree was growing on the shore, firmly planted in the sandy grown, its broad leaves casting a shadow on this hidden paradise lost in hell. Hell for those strangers of this place, of course. The desert is a marvel, just waiting to be found. Underneath its hot surface thrives unsuspecting life, some of which only shows its presence in the darkness where the sea of sand lives anew. At first glance, one wouldn’t see those things, at first glance, one would only see the unending beach where there is no water to be found, but if one dares take a second look at, he might just get amazed by this lost empire of thriving and survival.
Relic of OurselvesHidden deep in a forgotten meadow of the forest lays a city. Once important for mankind, it is now abandoned and fell to ruins. The light of the sun pierces through the thick leaves, revealing this lost empire. Mossy green vines took control of the walls crumbling down by the winds of Time, slowly taking this world apart, unforgiving. Relics of a past unknown to us, the buildings can only tell so much. Pieces from the roof torn apart from their rightful places, windows shattered and walls torn apart, showing the foundations they were so carefully hiding. At the core of the city rested a mystic shrine, yet untouched by this return to nature: a fountain, clear blue waters running in streams from the head and into the pool laying at its feet. Flowing at the same calm it almost seemed that it was the only thing defying the rule of Time in this wreckage of debris. The water was so clear and pure that the few sunrays get reflected by the drops of water coming down from this waterfall of hope
Land of myths and legendsLand of myths and legends, « if you can imagine it, it can exist somewhere » once said a wise old man.Through these radiant green plains overlooked by a gentle giant, a mountain whose top is hidden behind a cloak of clouds, one would certainly think so. At the foot of this mountain, a small village took roots around a calm stream of water as pure as if it had just came down from the rain. Houses surrounded the blue artery, letting the friendly creatures of town roam around freely. One of those animals is a fox; her coat was as white as the snowy top of the mountain. Roaming around town, like a daytime ghost, she made her way to the river where a woman in red was meditating. She caressed her head as she came by and sat next to her. The lady started humming an old anthem of the village as the fox laid down, her coal black hair was tied up in a bun and her face as pale as a spirit. She looked up into the heavens where the clouds made their way across the sky, carefree of the limitations
Colorful DisasterImposing over nature, red of blood and war, the lushful greens of the plain burned to yellow as the grey smoke harasses the clear blue sky. Long streams of blue turned to green as the red beings walk by, unaware of the havoc they leave behind. Destruction over destruction, they fight amongst themselves, ruining the pallet that mother nature had so carefully chosen for this masterpiece. Red over green, grey over blue, the colors disappear and the invaders cannot be stopped. Eons later, the lushful green walls disappeared from the surface, only leaving behind a maroon color, created from smoke and waste, who imposed it's presence and changed the earth's permanent color. The crystal blues of the river turned to green as life starts leaving these bodies of water. The sky now permanently grey, making the air unbreathable. The red beings were almost all dead, only a single one was now standing. His stature was weak and it's color was faded. He looked left and right at what the world as come