Monday, November 30, 2015
As the world around you communicates... you get lost. The whispers of the winds from the heavens and noiseless communication of all surrounding. The communication is seen as a constant battle and struggle to survive. Even the plants are attempting to outgrow their surrounding friends in order to absorb the most light. This battle... almost... seems... peaceful as you stand among the silent chaos and among the constant struggle to survive. In this peaceful moment one questions life and its purpose. As the moment is forgotten the leaves change colors, plants whither, and streams grow silent, making it apparent that summer has come to an end and the start of a new age has begun. With this new age the length of the days shorten and the crisp breeze chills and creatures hide away.
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