The Heavens Are Silent
With every era that had passed, every sun that rises, seasons that were yet to come, lives that had been lost in the peril of many oceans, lost in the flood of countless sand.
Man fought man, demons came along and the weather took a turn for the worse.
Rivers running dry, rage of the sun hotter than cyclops furnace, food getting scarce, lack of milk in the bossom of mothers for their suckling babes, king’s falling ill, all leading to the inevitable circle of death. During all these times, the celestials watched.
Deep within a place that existed not even in the thoughts of men, the street were clean with not a speck of dust, this place was illuminated by a light not of the sun and creatures built homes with just their thoughts, the Celestials resided here.
“Man has been in peril for far too long, Micheal”, said Dezmiel who was dressed in strange covering not explainable by man he was glorious.