Dear people,
Mas has begun, and for most they know of it as a dark and dangerous time, but there are others who know something is going to happen in this time. There are those who have been having dreams, a nightmare that sometimes feels like reality, a night mare that causes the loved ones of the past to creep back into your mind, in a wasteland. Those of you who do have such dreams, please, contact me. We must come together and decide what this warns us of, and I can be contacted by dove. Please, we must be swift as Mas is upon us. Thank you,
Artimer fault.
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Vern Kron wrote:Liebe Leute,
der Mas hat begonnen, und die Meisten kennen Ihn als gefahrvolle Zeit und es sind Andere da, welche wissen was in dieser Zeit passieren kann.
Es gibt jene, welche Traeume gehabt haben, einen Albtraum, welcher sich manchmal wie die Wirklichkeit anfuehlt,
ein Albtraum, welcher die Geliebten der Vergangenheit in eure Geister zurueckkriechen laesst, in einem Oedland.
Jene von Euch, die solche Traeume haben, Bitte, wendet Euch an Mich.
Wir muessen zusammenkommen und entscheiden, vor was es uns warnt, und Ich kann per Taube erreicht werden.
Bitte, wir muessen uns beeilen, denn der Mas ist ueber uns.
Ich danke Euch,
Artimer Fault
She had not left the room for more then the most important things for about two or maybe three weeks now.
But she did not know exactly.
For a moment, the vision of a man had appeared, but soon sank away again into the deep murmurings of vision and voice.
Why did her head hurt so much?
She prepared small figurines of dough, for the Earthmother.
She washed herself.
She put on the white dress.
She did not notice anymore.
The figurines started to form an army, frozen in their movements, all over the room.
The ribs shone through her skin.
The dress was covered in fine sprinkles of dried blood.
Why did her nose bleed,
on her weddingday?
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Sie hatte das Zimmer nur fuer das noetigste verlassen, seit zwei oder drei Wochen.
Aber Sie wusste es nicht genau.
Fuer einen Moment war das Bild eines Mannes aufgetaucht,
aber war bald wieder in dem tiefen Gemurmel von Bild und Stimme versunken.
Warum tat ihr Kopf so weh?
Sie bereitete kleine Figuerchen aus Teig, fuer die Erdenmutter.
Sie wusch sich.
Sie zog`das weiße Kleid an.
Sie bemerkte es nicht mehr.
Die Figuren begannen eine Armee zu bilden ueberall im Zimmer, in ihren Bewegungen eingefroren.
Die Rippen schienen durch ihre Haut.
Das Kleid war mit feinen Spritzern getrockneten Blutes bedeckt.
Warum blutete ihre Nase,
an Ihrem Hochzeitstag?
But she did not know exactly.
For a moment, the vision of a man had appeared, but soon sank away again into the deep murmurings of vision and voice.
Why did her head hurt so much?
She prepared small figurines of dough, for the Earthmother.
She washed herself.
She put on the white dress.
She did not notice anymore.
The figurines started to form an army, frozen in their movements, all over the room.
The ribs shone through her skin.
The dress was covered in fine sprinkles of dried blood.
Why did her nose bleed,
on her weddingday?
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Sie hatte das Zimmer nur fuer das noetigste verlassen, seit zwei oder drei Wochen.
Aber Sie wusste es nicht genau.
Fuer einen Moment war das Bild eines Mannes aufgetaucht,
aber war bald wieder in dem tiefen Gemurmel von Bild und Stimme versunken.
Warum tat ihr Kopf so weh?
Sie bereitete kleine Figuerchen aus Teig, fuer die Erdenmutter.
Sie wusch sich.
Sie zog`das weiße Kleid an.
Sie bemerkte es nicht mehr.
Die Figuren begannen eine Armee zu bilden ueberall im Zimmer, in ihren Bewegungen eingefroren.
Die Rippen schienen durch ihre Haut.
Das Kleid war mit feinen Spritzern getrockneten Blutes bedeckt.
Warum blutete ihre Nase,
an Ihrem Hochzeitstag?
*Letia found her a place to sleep for the night having snuck into the tavern and sitting unobtrusively on a chair, her head finally rolled to the side with her tangled hair falling around her face. Immediatly it seemed she began to dream. Her dream seemed to always be of those she loved and lost, of the gentle waves carrying broken pieces of wood from the ship and even earlier to a time she could barely remember when her Mama died. Upon waking from these nightmares, a lot wasn't remembered, but the confusion in her sky-blue eyes as she stared at the fire of the tavern was apparent as she whispered in a tone very serious for her age of fourteen,*
A wasteland, I must go.
*before drifing back to sleep.*
A wasteland, I must go.
*before drifing back to sleep.*