Solstæce
09-24-08, 01:46 AM
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The first memory is always the most vivid: a piercing brightness first, then such an incredible experience of sound and colour…completely indescribable. Familiarity follows: voices become distinguishable, touch becomes comforting. Eyes don't work properly yet, so there's nothing to a face, but silhouettes begin to bear meaning, some more welcome than others. Awareness of breathing follows: the feeble rise and fall of the chest, the sensation of air trickling meekly over lips. Consciousness asserts itself early, far earlier than the motor skills necessary to convey it, and existence occurs in a short-lived state of biological limbo before you can gather enough sense for an exploratory jerk, which invariably returns a strong and infinitely welcome feeling of still being in your own body.
With time, the world will resolve itself properly; but not once, for one moment of your new life, will you be without the feeling that something terrible has happened, and you were very much a part of it.
This is how I came into the world."
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UN as we witness thy grace
Bear us our meager hearts
Give unto us our fruits of work
And tolerate our hate and injustice
For they are the wandering paths
To the gates of Truth.
PRÆR OF UN
“November 18
Sunset
Northern coast, Salvar
Reached the coast and have discovered a whaling tribe. Scouted area, no sign of any landmarks so far, however did find ritualistically slaughtered saeal corpses. Friendly contact seeming unlikely.”
Speak free, for I am all-hearing:
But may your words
Remain honourable and just.
Tread fearless, for I am all-seeing:
And shall guide your soul
To we’er it wander.
Gaze with love, for I am beautiful:
And you in turn
Shall return to me.
Listen with care, for I am wise:
I am come from GÆA herself
With the Gift of Truth.
BOOK OF ÆVE
“November 22
Noon
Salvar
Initial contact not well received: a handful of Tradespeakers in the tribe were my best hope, however not receptive. Had to move my camp farther away; I am beginning to think they believe me to be the daemon said to foretell winter storms, and I cannot blame them. The wind is increasing noticeably. Going to try and reinforce my tent.”
ÆVE is cometh.
“November 25
Morning
Salvar
Total white-out. Can’t leave shelter. Hoping storm does not last as long as the legends say.”
Bright limbo shall fade
The world shall resolve itself
“November 28
Day
Salvar
Though I saw the sun today. Probably not.”
Cold shall yield to warmth
Weariness shall yield to strength
And the way ahead shall be clear
"December 1
Midnight
Salvar
Great news! 'December is Salvar's coldest month' according to calendar."
For ÆVE is cometh
And unto ÆVE we surrender
“December 15
Noon
Salvar
Food gone.”
All is faith, faith is truth
ÆVE is cometh.
PRAYER OF ÆVE
“I don’t fucking care
Night?
Tent
Wind is blowing tent away. Pissed I am going to die in this miserable country. Æve are you listening???"
TWENTY and ONE steps is the plinth of UN
TWENTY and ONE years was the life of ÆVE
TWENTY and ONE millennia shall be the dominion of GÆA
The path to Hævæn shall not be taken
In ignorance of the Trær's glory.
In the beginning they were One
And now as One they are Three
GÆA, Queen of Queens
Mother of Truth, which is all
UN, Gatekeeper and Forgiver
Born of Truth, which is all
ÆVE, Wandering Saviour
Born of GÆA, sister to Truth
Who shall light the Solstæce fires
And lead us into glory.
THE TRÆR'S SERMON
"Something is outside"
And so ends our prologue, thus beginning the contemporary history of Lhaxæan Ædinsolstæce. It is night, and Coronè is quiet. Of course, Lasha, as he will come to be known, cannot possibly know this. He cannot know that he had been dropped, unconscious, on a Coronèan doorstep minutes before. That he spent the past five-and-a-half weeks, comatose, aboard a freighter chartered from the coast of Salvar. Nor could he possibly know how he came to be found by an ore caravan, buried in the narrow mountain pass, unrecognizable. Ignorant of the miracle that enabled his survival, and of the effects these lost weeks have had on the destiny of an entire civilization, Lasha sleeps. His darkness is soon to end, however, and he will awaken to the terrified screams of an eight-year-old child as the sun, the beautiful, magnificent sun pours over his gaunt and withered body.
No. He does not know. But perhaps someday.
The first memory is always the most vivid: a piercing brightness first, then such an incredible experience of sound and colour…completely indescribable. Familiarity follows: voices become distinguishable, touch becomes comforting. Eyes don't work properly yet, so there's nothing to a face, but silhouettes begin to bear meaning, some more welcome than others. Awareness of breathing follows: the feeble rise and fall of the chest, the sensation of air trickling meekly over lips. Consciousness asserts itself early, far earlier than the motor skills necessary to convey it, and existence occurs in a short-lived state of biological limbo before you can gather enough sense for an exploratory jerk, which invariably returns a strong and infinitely welcome feeling of still being in your own body.
With time, the world will resolve itself properly; but not once, for one moment of your new life, will you be without the feeling that something terrible has happened, and you were very much a part of it.
This is how I came into the world."
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UN as we witness thy grace
Bear us our meager hearts
Give unto us our fruits of work
And tolerate our hate and injustice
For they are the wandering paths
To the gates of Truth.
PRÆR OF UN
“November 18
Sunset
Northern coast, Salvar
Reached the coast and have discovered a whaling tribe. Scouted area, no sign of any landmarks so far, however did find ritualistically slaughtered saeal corpses. Friendly contact seeming unlikely.”
Speak free, for I am all-hearing:
But may your words
Remain honourable and just.
Tread fearless, for I am all-seeing:
And shall guide your soul
To we’er it wander.
Gaze with love, for I am beautiful:
And you in turn
Shall return to me.
Listen with care, for I am wise:
I am come from GÆA herself
With the Gift of Truth.
BOOK OF ÆVE
“November 22
Noon
Salvar
Initial contact not well received: a handful of Tradespeakers in the tribe were my best hope, however not receptive. Had to move my camp farther away; I am beginning to think they believe me to be the daemon said to foretell winter storms, and I cannot blame them. The wind is increasing noticeably. Going to try and reinforce my tent.”
ÆVE is cometh.
“November 25
Morning
Salvar
Total white-out. Can’t leave shelter. Hoping storm does not last as long as the legends say.”
Bright limbo shall fade
The world shall resolve itself
“November 28
Day
Salvar
Though I saw the sun today. Probably not.”
Cold shall yield to warmth
Weariness shall yield to strength
And the way ahead shall be clear
"December 1
Midnight
Salvar
Great news! 'December is Salvar's coldest month' according to calendar."
For ÆVE is cometh
And unto ÆVE we surrender
“December 15
Noon
Salvar
Food gone.”
All is faith, faith is truth
ÆVE is cometh.
PRAYER OF ÆVE
“I don’t fucking care
Night?
Tent
Wind is blowing tent away. Pissed I am going to die in this miserable country. Æve are you listening???"
TWENTY and ONE steps is the plinth of UN
TWENTY and ONE years was the life of ÆVE
TWENTY and ONE millennia shall be the dominion of GÆA
The path to Hævæn shall not be taken
In ignorance of the Trær's glory.
In the beginning they were One
And now as One they are Three
GÆA, Queen of Queens
Mother of Truth, which is all
UN, Gatekeeper and Forgiver
Born of Truth, which is all
ÆVE, Wandering Saviour
Born of GÆA, sister to Truth
Who shall light the Solstæce fires
And lead us into glory.
THE TRÆR'S SERMON
"Something is outside"
And so ends our prologue, thus beginning the contemporary history of Lhaxæan Ædinsolstæce. It is night, and Coronè is quiet. Of course, Lasha, as he will come to be known, cannot possibly know this. He cannot know that he had been dropped, unconscious, on a Coronèan doorstep minutes before. That he spent the past five-and-a-half weeks, comatose, aboard a freighter chartered from the coast of Salvar. Nor could he possibly know how he came to be found by an ore caravan, buried in the narrow mountain pass, unrecognizable. Ignorant of the miracle that enabled his survival, and of the effects these lost weeks have had on the destiny of an entire civilization, Lasha sleeps. His darkness is soon to end, however, and he will awaken to the terrified screams of an eight-year-old child as the sun, the beautiful, magnificent sun pours over his gaunt and withered body.
No. He does not know. But perhaps someday.