AshenShade

The demons' mindless thoughts I feel surround my ageless tomb so old. My will, enslaved, my thoughts the seal to feed these timeless stones so cold. Their endless scratching drives my mind insane. To greet their wordless kind. I dare not think, reject my dreams, I close my mind, ignore their screams. A curse of words to linger on has ripped me from my world, long gone. Their words unwise, yet spoken still, a curse of words, of voice so shrill.

Der Morgen schwarzer Diener wacht In Himmelswerk und Sternenmeer. Im Schatten träumt der Toten Heer Von Feuersturm und Aschennacht. Ein Netz der Spinnen wohl getarnt Der Neugier Wünsche wohl umgarnt. Ein Traum von Macht, ein Traum misacht' Im Felsgemäuer wohl verscharrt. Ehad thront kalt am Himmelssaum Gen lichter Nacht und greller Welt. Darunter glühend Stahl erhellt Der alten Meister schwarzen Traum. Der Welten Sud, der Sterne Blut, Zerschlissen fern der Himmel Wut. Durch Wahnsinn, Gier und falschen Mut, Gegossen nun zu Stahl und Glut. Der Welten Weiten aufgezehrt, Die blinde Neugier totgelehrt. Der Tra

"And as I walked through the infinite halls of revisitation, I came across a human specimen. Or rather, what used to be a human. Then again, he or she never was anything but this, so it stands to reason that a human would not classify this as of the same species, neither now, or ever. The skin was separate, most of the muscles split up. And all the organs, veins, the nervous system, virtually every connection present in the human body, was split up into a wide area, kept in place and alive by restraint systems, filigree support connections, accelerators, and separation barriers. The body was safe, healthy, and functional, but by the looks, i

The planet of Alarian, second in a sequence of 8 planets, had always been the seat of the Syntra realm. Upon its manifold surface the one thing that characterized it the most was the Syntra's eternal capital: the restless city. A city covering one tenth of the planet's surface, and, as the name implies, never standing still. Buildings constantly shifted, reforming in the image of the Syntra state of mind. Never at ease, never at peace, the city would never sleep, never stop changing, because such was its definition. The Syntra mind had no need for familiarity or memorized patterns, because - like everything - the city's layout was always gl

A name, a word. Just a word, whose undying legacy now walks beneath my dreams. A shapeless ghost to welcome my fallen self to the darkness of a sunless world. And the waking beast emerges from the depthless shadows of my soul, to guide my thoughts to the paths of deception. Sleeplessly I walk up to the mirror, silently questioning that which is, and wait to see its answer. A distorted reflection of the world we believe to perceive. A reflection and yet not. Beneath the face of my now empty shell, I can see a creature darker than my darkest thoughts, ever gazing at this blackened heart of mine. For it sees something I do not... It speaks, t

"The council of chiefs sent me to you, oh wise Shaman, for they deem me worthy. I wish to learn your ways, so that I, too, may be called shaman one day." The Manitou lowered his gaze and looked at the young Indian, that was cowering before him. His immortal eyes would never fade from solid white, but his gaze could be felt as a warm breeze. And with the voices of a thousand he spoke. "So be it. Behold the legacies of those that have gone before, gain wisdom and understanding through their words, until you are as they were." The tent stretched to the horizon and beyond, so that everything would find a place within. An endless sea of ghos