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Dearile and the Eye of life

There is a myth of a dead valley that seeks rebirth. Of course they are not burned up zombies, for these once before divine beings fought with god only to lose their souls. An upcoming war to reclaim their existence. This is the wild dream of a new beginning.

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2. Rest in peace: part 2

After a thousand years, a curious day was born but invisible to eyes of the people of top for they were still in the misty clouds climbing up to the creator. The sea was calm in the middle but waves were uprising from the end in rebellion at ever increasing heights as if running away from shores. The sea was drowning, sinking in its own unknown heart . The sea was screaming for survival so loud that the ice started to melt and crack but to no avail ,some most divine raga they must have been singing as the wail of cracking waves didn't reach their ears. Finally help came from wind as breeze became gale and gale became storm. After went the light, the sound was clear and it was the Seven Trumpets. The sea went not alone but dragged with it the mountains ,the ice and all peace. The canal bridges collapsed all at once, houses and palaces all destroyed, all ice broke off the mountain, all machinery demolished and all went accompanying the wind sucked into the very center of the sea. Some evil god it must have been to do this to his followers waiting at his gate but his grace to keep them their form and the soul sucked into the center and left with no soul. Yes , the sea engulfed their souls. The sea dried up and cold mountains shriveled and nothing of the old glory remained. All that was left was a blue spot at the very center of destruction. Peace was restored. To all the life lost, rest in peace.