Oblivion established, the land did fall away; away from those manifestations of evil designs, and it did re-establish. A new era was borne…
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The Epic – The Journey to Doom
Many thousand years had passed, though time stood stock still, a tick away from its own doom…
The Epic – The Grand Beginning…
In those ancient years, whence the sun was but an infant, and the moon majestic, an era was borne into Grand existence…
Thoughts…
Reality Ends at the Imagination’s boundaries
In the land of the unknown, benign, unremarkable, that I knew. In those dark years, those dark sands sifted by, leaving an empty void. What of it, I cannot say, I hear only those ancient whispers, that make the very surroundings tremble…
