Along with night there comes the legend of the being.....
Asleep they lay, the little precious hearts of a land where stories could move montains and make a stormy sky obediant to the sea of sincere teardrops... So fast asleep and still as the untouched cosmic genesis was now the land of silent walls. Akunigo, the ghost of mistery was watching the moon from a faraway corner in the deep memory of a question and as his small stepps were flying above the hugest Ocean of disperate hopes, a soft windy presence brought some more feeling to the exterior and suddenly all that was then existent started spinning in clockwise direction when clocks were'f even neededbecause a nyktian could tell the time only by analising another's heartbeat...
A silent sobbing told the ghost that the stillness had been shattered and that the incredible was about to turn into a marvelous catastrophy.
A dream within a dream and the sign reflected on a mirrorlike compas, avoiding the complex stepp on the edge of the upper world and into the darkness that lacked the slightest trace of expression... And so he went forwards without knowing what might be waiting at the end of an unplanned journey where the only stimulent was intuition .
The king of the temple, winged and thoughtful, who always heald the Big Book of Metaphores to his chest accidentally dropped a page on the floating floor and from the golden letters of desmay a new dinasty became as one with the Nyktian poetry and brought forward the wild beauty of new art through magic. Carved in the saddest fibres of parchement were the words of the reforging which printed themselves in the most central point of the Nyktian citadelle:.... And thus it has begun and thus it will end with the rebirth of the young and decadence of the dead....
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In the human world the wind wouldn't let the man fall quietly asleep in his childish way as he always used to do... Finding he had no chance against the wrath of nature he got up and pulled the cortines that had darkenned his world for the past few days. His pale face was the essence of true pain as that old memory emerged to hount him like a shadow... The usual man never had a chance to create a wall of defence and his feelings were burning his heart in a terrible broken fire...
