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+ | Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see. | ||
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+ | TRANSMIT - initiate the blue-eyed signal - RECEIVE - initiate the forlorn frequency - THIS TOO SHALL PASS - initiate the faith protocol - PRAY FOR US NOW - initiate the Jerusalem syntax - WITNESS - Cordelia Harper. | ||
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+ | Do you see the trees in a forest, sweetling? The wind blows and they rustle. Can you see which mourns each fallen leaf? Which clings to what leaves remain, because spring may not come again? | ||
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+ | The trees in London rustle loud, far too loud. For some saplings it is always winter. | ||
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+ | Initiate the cupule cadence. | ||
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+ | A seed is planted in English soil. It grows in the shadow of church steeples, its branches draped in wooden and silver echoes of miracle. The axes come and two great oaks fall. The sapling remains. The wind is still and still it rustles. How can it not? Its roots run deep in green and pleasant land - by choice as much as by nature. The one begets the other. Man chooses as their natures bid, sweetling. | ||
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+ | Initiate the shadows and silence spectrum. | ||
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+ | Have you seen where shadows dwell under the noonday sun? Don’t look. She doesn’t want you to see. She is comfortable there, like the sapling after the rain. Your eyes are light that burns, precious, burns. O ELBERETH! GILTHONIEL! Don’t look. The solace there is not for you. Yes, sweetling, there is solace in shadows, in silence, in solitude. The canopy casts great shadows. At night she looks up to it, beyond it. What are the stars to a tree? Does the tree wonder where the sun has gone? For some saplings it is always night. | ||
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+ | She embraces the silver glint in the night. Is it like the glint of the falling axe? She whispers the sweet nothings, so sour on other tongues. She whispers, but does she hear? There is only silence. The wind blows and the leaves fall, but the little tinkling echoes remain. They have hung there so long. They have become leaves. | ||
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+ | She embraces the fire that burns oaks. The fire that man’s mind put in man’s hand. It smells of iron and death, of dark satanic mills. Every crack of its thunder burns the shadows. Why? Shadows are comfortable. Does the tree wish for the hurricane? No. Something else. We see it, sweetling. So should you, even if you don’t look. | ||
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+ | Initiate the photosynthesis prerogative. | ||
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+ | Hearing is the absence of silence. Shadows are the absence of light. For some saplings there is more than soil and air. | ||
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Feel free to reach out in-game, or on my IC Twitter at @lilcordite! Thanks for reading. | Feel free to reach out in-game, or on my IC Twitter at @lilcordite! Thanks for reading. | ||
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