Whispers, whispers...

The sand utters endless commands that will never be fulfilled.

Prophecies, prophecies...

Prophecies of blood....

The body's essence dribbling out of a shell-shaped wound, and on the steel
blade of the Sword of All Things Passing.

Crying, crying...

Hot tears spill from a shining, emerald eye. They run down the tender, rosy
cheeks of an infant and slide down to join the earth once more.
Shiki is weeping. My Ikari.

The hated command...

Stone, Stone...

Carvings forever sealed in stone.
Treasure embedded as well...

Eternally green trees dance, reach up to the jewelled sun.

Skies of blue...
Skies of red...

Do you see this place, do you feel this place?

Can you sense the countless dreams that drift through every day?

Accept them... don't push them away...

Love is not ment to be darkness.
 
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