Doctors prodding finger upon your head made you rumble in the deep container

The spotlight beaming through the seance space of the delivery room is like a light at the end of tunnel

Come to the light! We say.

Your face emerged all

At once

One

Second

Tufts of dark hair

The next All of a face

Thunderstruck in frozen pressurized passivity of birth.

Turning to tears of agony anew

Eyes finding ...

Beyond the Golden Girdle, (The Golden Wood)

Lands of great sleepy hollows, places to lay in rest in.

Eldertrees live in this forest, unique to all others, as they were the oldest race of beings to ever live. They lived out their entire lives in peace and tranquility for many thousands of years. They planted the arch trees from when they were mere saplings. They once were planted all over Ascesis...

Deep underground in the Black Wood, there is are long networks of cities, collapsed underground. They were among the first cities created by the Golden Elves from on high on the surface, long ago. In these cities, they engineered the Silver Elves in their likeness, and also created the Terran as well. The Silver Elves were ripped out of Time and Space in strange experiments to test their strength...

There is a dull, purple hue in the first light of early morning in all the snow coating the evergreen trees.

Long ago, these lands were a northern extension of the Mysterious East. Much of the flora and fauna that existed in these lands was an extension of this. However, in the Civil Wars, those lands that were ripped and rendered broken, as the Ancient Elves broke the laws of Nature in their Anc...

From its earliest days, the strange weather patterns that give the Mysterious East it’s name stem in large part from what became known in latter days as The Temple of Seasons in the Forgotten Heights.

When all the land was first being made, and the casts of the Ancient Elves were working with the breaking down of the World Bones to create natural law, they installed ancient technology to creat...

One perfect morning

I soared up into the highest skies

Climbing up beyond reflection

in the earths waters

Resting in the return

To the Source of Ascesis

Dreaming my Reality

Under ever-present Void Sun

I am for no one and no one is for me

Thirsting for nothing,

suspended in

Abyssal Sea

Demi Divinity

Has become me

After countless little deaths

Of everything connecting me in endless

lifetimes...

All things are dark,

the distant stars shine

behind the veil of the murk of clouds.

Leading to late desire for

wisdom and knowledge

to spy out the eyries of the skies.

But the gleams of deepest night

Are made from corpse light

where the moon is seen out on orbit

And one knows the deafness of

the stars and the moon in

the untouched

when the

light and silence combine

mocking the reasoning,...

In the beginning, it was said that there was nothing but an Age of the Deep Night, when things had no names, and nothing was rendered into the form-less was caused by the sundering of disparity that characterized lived existence.

Out of the Outer Realms, the Unnameable Ones came. They were masters of technology unknown to any today, but also possessed mastery of psionic abilities and telepathy o...