In words, what is.

There lay a vision of a mirror made hollow by darkness. Yet in that mirror, more was seen than in the polish than which lay there before.

A wasted place.

What a waste of a world to wander. One lost within the dreams of all those who seek more than what they have by any means they may.

What horrid sights are those who would deny and defy the order of things as they have been for as long as time recalls.

So they learn.

“The straight line of the circle is easier to follow than one would think” proclaimed the Sage to those students who would one day record the world.

Blue clouds.

I caught a glimpse upon the distance, what the horizon allowed to be seen. A sky as blue as any other, but darker than had ever been.

Distant clouds.

I wander through the lonely lands, surrounded by the deceived. All of them alone, filling their time with company.