This new path forged by triumph, won’t come to the faint of heart.

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A cute Cockatoo Arlee walking

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Cockatoo Arlee

My body wanes and is distorted.
Smoke moves all around me (troublesome clouds), 
and it's as if I cease to exist.

I blink in and out of time and wonder if I can still be seen,
when the light-of-seeing is denied even to me.

Do you still whisper at dusk, or cry out for me at midnight? 
Do you still reach to pull yourself up into my light...?
Or do you ebb as I wane? 

As if in response to my tired calls, 
a wave crashes, 
sounding out the end and beginning of dreaming. 

Then a song pours out over the ocean, 
pulling me close and scattering my light,
little as it is.

I pull myself deeper into the hood of night,
feeling your fingers pulling at the edge of my mind.
I am now content to wait, 
here in the dark.

Knowing.


SARIEL, THE LONE SEEKER
As the Earth tugs on the Moon, the Moon tugs back on the Earth. For each force, another will always exist in perfect opposition. The lives of men and Angels are similar. Though the power of one may be greater than the other, their existence reflects each other.

When the war started, the Angels that were uninvolved stayed clear of the wave of death that spread across the Earth. To risk one’s immortality on fighting seemed chance not worth taking. Sariel perched above it all, waiting for the wave of bloodshed to roll back. In doing so, his power receded as well. He waited patiently and watched himself waste away. He waited for his time to come, to venture out and regain his freedom amongst the stars.

SARIEL, ANGEL OF THE WANING MOON

An unknown person entered the closed presentation of "The Hammer" project under the guise of a journalist.

Undercover reporter

Eyewitnesses report a huge shapeless black creature absorbing oil waste... and railway workers.

Black Death (1)

Battle with the Tinker (1)

The main character sees an article about himself in the regional media.

Hero or threat?

The stone carver sits upon dusty throne
His hand strong from labor's past
The world turns without him
Lost to time, his youth, his comfort, his mind 

And yet the stone remembers all
Each offense recorded, blow by blow
The tale of a young man
Lost in a world that turned without him
Who rested his strong hand upon a dusty throne

ARMAROS, ANGEL OF UNDOING

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Here I remain,
under a mountain made of many hands,
all reaching and all taking.

I press my body closer to that which I must keep.
It is mine and I will shield it from the misery of other hands.

I can feel their gaze fall on it like an avalanche.

They diminish it with the weight of their indurate eyes.

But it is mine and so I will bury it in the shadow of my protections.

Their greed feeds my convictions,
So here I remain.

Here I remain under a mountain of screaming fury.

How they try to convince me to share with them
That which they are not worthy of.

“It is not yours!”
I say and say with rage boiling in my breast.

Their voices press on me,,
Hot like the sun and fogging my vision.

But there is something familiar,
Something I’ve forgot.

Here I remain,
under a mountain of mirrors.

TURIEL, THE HERO IMMEMORIAL
The way Turiel carried his massive stature was a matter of public spectacle. His feats of strength were sometimes put to good use but often bled into showmanship. The praise people showered him with seemed to sustain the angel almost as equally as food or air.

Many came to seek the mighty Turiel’s favor. They hailed him from afar at the common grounds and sought to catch a glimpse of him preparing his hunting party. Gifts of food and gold were brought to curry favor. Weapons and jewelry were brought in his honor whenever they could be spared. Those that truly impressed him were made a part of his story, a grand tale where each night, was a feast, each drink was a toast and each lover, a grand affair.

TURIEL, ANGEL OF THE MOUNTAIN

Strange graffiti began to appear in the town.

The Northern Spider (1)

Translation of the text in the newspaper:
How an ambitious environmental project turned into a disaster. Investigation by our anonymous correspondent.
A year ago, the Russian-Chinese scientific community announced a revolutionary discovery. Based on the DNA of the genetically modified fungus (Physarum Polycephalum) and the synthetic bacterium "Cynthia" (Mycoplasma laboratorium), a new unique organism capable of feeding on petroleum products was created. But soon the research was suspended due to uncontrolled mutation of experimental samples... (further text is not visible)

Black Death (3)

In big sports, you don't decide on the sticker that will be on the sunny side of your elastic body tomorrow.

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For all the flesh of its crime,
courage fuelled with wind
is still malignity in quiet.

NOBLE SCRIPTURES OF ELDARS

When the scent of the earth dawns,
the wealth of word gets lost.
As time tickles the nerve of the weak,
the wise walks tall and
the fools talk behind the shields.