The day was slow and solemn. I woke to the sound of rain ushered by a gust, carelessly shattering the raindrops on anything it pleased. Remorselessly it came and went and did as it pleased to rain and tree alike.
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Pestilence.
With my own eyes I saw a sight so horrid I wished it to be an agonizing nightmare.
If only there would be such luxuries as to wake in a cold sweat and strive through a sleepless night or ten.
From the very rock.
Stare upon your life and know that all parts of it came from one thing.
Speaking visions.
Surrounded by those who claim to know, I find myself alone.
I speak as the elements use my voice to say the words for those who truly know.
The face of truth.
When the walls come down and worlds collide, those who remember peace lose the most.
The Ederren 