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 tune in mind.

The pass collapsed two weeks past, no way in or out beside sheer cliffs up or down. We have with us all we need to survive and flourish, even if most no longer realize that.

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.

In water.

One might wonder if a fish would look to the blue above its waters and see above them a god of their very own. One that swims in the great blue dry, high above where none can reach.

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.