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The Epistle from the Glyph - (CELTRIANA ART TRADE)It may come as a surprise to some, but—as you know—things have not been the way they are forever. These sweeping oceans were once vast tracts of barren, fissured bedrock. These mountains whose spires touch the sunbeams were flattened hills, and these forests and rivers were but a vision in the hearts of those filled with hope and courage. We call ourselves The Dwellers not because it is simple and true, but because that is our role. We built not the rafters that suspend our aqua skies, nor the foundations that brought our cliffs to oversee the hewn valleys that bring forth beautiful gems and animals both fearsome and fascinating. We dwell here; this is our gift and our happiness from the Firstborn.The Epistle from the Glyph - (CELTRIANA ART TRADE) by Jhost
You have heard it spoken across the plains from the gilded, metal towers and rainbow lights that fluoresce unto the horizon that we are to follow in their footsteps, those brave and majestic creators whose desire to create brought us this paradise. Those dutiful souls of indus
Honu - In the CampsIt could have been an ocean breeze that felt its way through the endless spread of tall straw-grass to pass a breath of cool air against Ali's cheek. Just another, small snatch of relief to remind her that they had reached the eye of the storm.Honu - In the Camps by Jhost
She swallowed a mouthful of the swampy air and looked around. A grand theater lay before her: careful patterns of tall flood-lamps beamed out into the black, lined tight around the angled caravan of military jeeps, carriers, and even one tank. The vehicles were costumed in flowing, tattered covers that made them look like angled, tall piles of leaves. Soldiers moved in clockwork exercises from the thick of the bright lights to the edge of the dark near the single tree that the first watch had slouched themselves beneath. If she looked squinted hard, she could see the sheen of the choppers that, having concluded their reconnaissance for the moment, were winding down away from the main camp.
But the most striking thing was the silence; it was quie