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As i walked across this black and white plain, kings and queens argued among another. Their violent voices echoed through the plain vigorously, creating a sense of dread unprecedented. What most interested me is that both sides of the plain had parallel plans, overlapping yet varied in structure. Their grunts began to move, all one by one. As if some greater force commanded them in turns. These grunts were barricades, yet still had great significance to their superiors.
Messenger Misunderstood
My master sends crows like me off to deliver messages. This has always been my job. I call. I speak my call. Yet across this gloomy city, no one listens. No matter my height in the sky, nor the branch that I sit on, these people move along without giving my call a second notice. I carry one message to deliver. Upon delivery, my mission is completed. Yet my message can only be understood by one person. The one individual of which it belongs to. Where could this person be? Are they hiding? Are they just shy? The message does seem pretty important. I mean, it is the final testament of a dead man. Therefore, my master wishes to give the message
meeting death
A figure of darkness
A figure of emptiness
His eyes black as coal
A contract in one hand
A pen in another
Do I make a deal with him?
My life for the other?
shaking hands with the devil
He had a sense of burning when I was in his presence. Him and his fellow acquaintances. I sat at the round table, put in my cash, and was given chips. They seem burnt like being caught in a fire for a long time. As we made are first set of bets, the three cards were drawn. I peeked at my two cards, and felt very exhilarated. Testing my luck, raised my bet. The men grinned as they followed suit, meeting the demands of my bet. The leading man then raised the bey even more. I contemplated, and did something I was sure to regret. I went all in.
The final stage was here. All the other men folded, so it was just between me and the dark figure of
The Craftsmen
They brought with them nothing. Nothing but the knowledge of one purpose, to create anything, including life itself. They made a home here. Contemplating on how to expand themselves across the land. Inspiration came to them, from the sun. Like a bumblebee to a flower, the suns light came to them, and they used it to great effect. With their ingenuity, they formed colossal structures from anything they could find. And just like that, the sun bended to their will.
Like us, months and years go by. The craftsmen expand their knowledge the sun to great effect. Before the next year passes, the entire area is given this powerful gift of the collec
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