Saturday, June 23, 2012

3


Legend has it that the tennins came to this land when it was in chaos, raw material with no stewards, elements swirling and circling, held in one place only by gravity. They set this world into motion, so that we, their descendants, may come here and discover the beauty and bitterness of life.

After thousands of years, many people today don't remember whom they are descended from.

Today there are over six billion people on this planet. Every last person here has their own unique story. This is one of many.

Years ago, when I was just a little girl, a boy with green eyes and dark hair had appeared the day my mother died.


Thursday, June 21, 2012

6

Nobody likes endings. But what they don't realize is the end of one thing is always the beginning of another.

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It keeps going on like that, forever. Endings are never really the end. 

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

7


Some people see death as the end.
In this case it’s only the beginning.


This is a place so high up that the sky turns to water and up becomes down. Where stars are really cities and the inky black of the night sky is really the greens and browns of another world. A world almost like our own, with people almost like us. And if they were to look hard enough into their ocean they might see clouds, the clouds of our world, drifting along in its depths.

This is a place on the other side of the mirror where stories of our past aren't just stories, but part of daily life. Where things that are normal for us are legends for them.

It all began with a death.
And it continued with a birth.

2008

Friday, June 15, 2012

Everything that exists has energy. A stone for instance, may not seem like a lively object, but it needs energy to power its molecules. Energy is everywhere, in the water, the breeze, the shadows. It cannot be destroyed. When it loses purpose in one thing it moves on to something else. A corpse, although dead, still teems with energy. Energy that moves into the soil. That grows in the plants. Even the cold depths of space bristle with it. The universe is full of dormant energy waiting to be put to use.