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There's a war going on out there, a couple minutes away from where I am right now.
The Invaders versus the Defenders. The Invaders have them surrounded.
Rows and rows of pastel houses poised like battletanks, faced off against the old forest. I remember, many years ago, the woods were much larger, and maybe connected with another woodland . Divide and conquer. The diseased army of endlessly consuming marauders has taken its toll.
Deep within the ravine are the Old Ones, guarded by a perimeter of strong young conifers. They do not employ tactics such as chemical-laden drainage pipes or electro-magnetically disruptive high-tension interstate power lines, but concentrate solely on healing and regenerating upon the damage that has been done to them. In a world without time and with infinite possibilities, they already know the outcome. All they do now is Exist, while the current era comes to a climax.
The Invaders versus the Defenders. The Invaders have them surrounded.
Rows and rows of pastel houses poised like battletanks, faced off against the old forest. I remember, many years ago, the woods were much larger, and maybe connected with another woodland . Divide and conquer. The diseased army of endlessly consuming marauders has taken its toll.
Deep within the ravine are the Old Ones, guarded by a perimeter of strong young conifers. They do not employ tactics such as chemical-laden drainage pipes or electro-magnetically disruptive high-tension interstate power lines, but concentrate solely on healing and regenerating upon the damage that has been done to them. In a world without time and with infinite possibilities, they already know the outcome. All they do now is Exist, while the current era comes to a climax.