The essence of Light is a cloud in the distance. A failed discrepancy is a treasure within a truth. The sky repeatedly speaks to the ones who dare to dwell "Ones that Blink, will be those who Reach towards clarity." However, hidden in the mistakes from the Sea that brings Light, heeds a call to those that endeavor to reach. "That Soil doesn't belong to us."
The enraging Nihility remains strong.
Descend into the Soil...
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Arc I, Pladtioa: Insurgency against Aversion
What struck far from the depths of the firmaments, is what is the primary blend to the region's conflicts. With the accoladed structure demolished right in front of the eyes of the people, only mortals can prove deference by going out for defiance with the true leader.
Arc II, Linuxinia: Blossoming Arrogation of the Sealed Beatific
All The Queen of Linux wanted was to grow potent and feel happiness, yet she has been imprecated with perpetual weakness and that of her forced lousiness. Her motives are unexplained, and she mostly abhors vigor, but nothing can be taken into solemness, as she does not believe potency belongs to the triers.
Arc III, Astait: A Parting with Despondency
In the shivering cold climates of the arctic, solitude is immortal. When The Queen of Astait is circumvented with sadness, she expects others to follow suit. But what directions can gods see, if they too can't experience the moment that is endowed in gloom?
Arc IV, Zomrack: The Insuperable Element of Love
Beauty's enemy is that of itself, and the peak is nothing of the heat that only the truth has to understand. In the city of Love, two lovers remain divided. Yet both are obstructed, by the truth of admiration, which has been relentlessly blinded.
Arc V, Destia: Wonder of Desolate Stupefaction
Dreams can engender whatever anyone desires, but that will dispose of the remnants of those forgotten fires. The Queen of Destia only believes that those that can believe will always be the ones to lead, and those that cry will always be the ones to try.
Arc VI, Obrus: Defiant Dread of Distorted Credence
The present is nothing without the embers of the past. The Queen of Obrus believes Dancing is the remedy for worry and sadness which has forever last. Nonetheless, she will know that nothing can numb the timid fog that dwells within her eternal fear, which is ready to be at its peak in severity.
Arc VII, Wraileza: Promise from Virtuous Wrath
The Blind Queen wants freedom, but freedom does not want her. The perpetual anger that rests within her heart is what makes her thrive, only the truest that "Love" her will stand next with her might. Though in the End, all of us wait for the moment for her to finally... reunite.
An Eternal is an Eternity, but an Eternity can not be Eternal. Colors define what is right and what's Divine. When they ascertain the Verity of what's beneath their feet, will it lead to the solution for their long for pellucidity... or to Her precious life on the Line?
Arc VIII, Cleira: Eternity's Ravishing Regret
There's only so much time before we have driven into somber. Yet we can not take it, not for much longer. The connection is linked, and it's time for them to finally take their turn to bring, but only she is the one to call. After all the Eternities, it's finally time for them to "Blink", and give privilege to us all.
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Now that you have blinked, do you see what is out beneath? As you trample among the field of everything, one small light beams through the horizon between the Existing and the Missing.
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Walk with me, take the sky's hand. Defeat this world, give order to the forever somber that has drowned us in the forbidden for all too much longer. Only then, The Soil of this world will belong to The Wanderers.