Author’s Note.
Now entertain conjecture of a time when creeping murmur and the poring dark fills the wide vessel of the universe. When the universe itself was an idea, an idea not written down, but one found on the tips of the tongues of great men that have long since passed on. For it is still an idea, even now, because like all great ideas there is no controlling it or making it law, but rather embellishing in it and accepting that it is not only great, but that it exists.
Abandon all preconceived notions and myths of what was in favor of the trust that nothing was or is as it seems. And, please, check any history books you may have on you at the door with your coats and caps, for they hold no weight here.
Many years ago, on a planet much like this one, but substantially younger, all land was comprised into one grand mass. There was civilization, fragile and young, but on the very cusp of breakthrough. However, breakthrough comes with its price, and through their success the planet began to suffer. Alas, this is no mere rock that we sit on, and while it may itself sit, it is never idle. War ensues, discoveries are made, and casualties are taken in a tale that is as old as time itself. But, rest assured, this was the first of its kind in a trend that would repeat and will continue to repeat throughout the ages until it is successfully dubbed “history.”
And like a delicate and beautiful flower very much alive as the first frost of winter tempts to threaten its existence, love is made in war.
What you have before you is a chronicle, if you will, a myth, an idea, a whisper of a time that has seen its end many ages ago. You decide what it is you believe. But let me leave you with this:
No matter the time, life continues to do what it does best; live. Life is occurring all around us and all it asks is to open our eyes to it. So, please, open your eyes. Take in the majesty of this world and become a victim of all the good and evil that humanity possesses. For as dark as the night may become the earth will rotate, and you will soon find yourself basking in that familiar sun, but it is up to you to decide what will happen in those few precious moments before daybreak. Nature always finds a way, and so must you. Fight for love, fight for truth, fight for life, fight for growth, and most importantly, fight for us. For as flawed as we may be, there is a potential there that rivals any act of nature that this world can muster. I would be willing to stake my life on it.
I already have.
Godspeed,
Vironus
