[002]
It seems that during the storm, the winds blew so hard and the rains poured down so strongly that no one heard the thunder. Slowly, slowly, we pick up pieces of what was lost, rebuilding a temporary world that only crumbles again.
This is part of what it means to be 'human'.
Can this endurance, persistence, possibly... 'strength' be beautiful in the face of a never-ending curse? Time will tell, indeed.
And in the midst of the storm, the trees had more than their fill. So interesting, the cycle of death and rebirth that perpetuates 'punishment'. Indeed, so useful--the dead have the memory of dying, but no memory of 'death'.
[ooc: During the chaos of the raid on ShinRa, Setsuka peek around on site and snagged maaaaybe two dead NPCs and fed them to her tree. ^^~ Just so you know.]
This is part of what it means to be 'human'.
Can this endurance, persistence, possibly... 'strength' be beautiful in the face of a never-ending curse? Time will tell, indeed.
And in the midst of the storm, the trees had more than their fill. So interesting, the cycle of death and rebirth that perpetuates 'punishment'. Indeed, so useful--the dead have the memory of dying, but no memory of 'death'.
[ooc: During the chaos of the raid on ShinRa, Setsuka peek around on site and snagged maaaaybe two dead NPCs and fed them to her tree. ^^~ Just so you know.]