are you

decent?

( it's a draw log wanna fight about it )

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( the broken palace )

BROKEN PORTAnother scene right out of a painting. The ocean stretches out to the west and north, and hilly island terrain fills your line of sight when you turn your back to the water. Smells of sea and pine mix in the early autumn air, and the breeze that gently ebbs and flows like waves gives the place a comfortable temperature ( Read more... )

What kind of things do you dream about? And...how do you know when you're not asleep anymore? If they feel real.

MOTHERTREESupposing you've never heard this before, or supposing you like to hear it again, I'll tell you about our good Falara. The mother tree at the middle of the world, with roots throughout all the rest. Every blade of grass and berry bush and branch of kelp is part of her, and so are we, born here. Branches from the tree, buds and leaves that ( Read more... )

FIRST SNOW.Before the cold is long and bitter, snow falls once, gently, and comes to rest over the fallen leaves and chilled land like the softest blanket. It's not much, and certainly the sun will dry it away before dark, but until then all is white ( Read more... )

You are dreaming, but it is not your dream. This place is foreign in many ways, but uncomfortably familiar in others. Houses, carts, fences...upturned and shattered across dusty, broken streets. It's a dream, but you can feel the harsh wind tug at your sleeves and disturb the ashes of what were once homes and the strange people therein. You can ( Read more... )

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