"The clarion call of the heavens waged ruin upon the rotten host.
Their shrapnel lay verdant and sprawled across the landscape.
And the calming cadence of the mother's heartbeat thrummed throughout.
A lullaby, a song, a psalm to those weary children who had bore so much.
Until sleep overtook, and in the dark grew the green things we know.
Until we awoke to the mother's hum in our hearts.
And knew she was now the life of this world. Of our home."
-Psalm of Creation
The continent of Valhaadrune where my notes end. This probably took about 40 hours over a few months just to get to this point. There's more, but for now it gives an idea where all the loonies in my head live.
-T.J
Kubulai
2020-08-01 03:25:52 +0000 UTC