In this ancient place, old spirits from eons passed had forgotten their language
In this ancient place, old spirits from eons passed had forgotten their language
Authentically poetic. Songs, poetry, and ’ancient texts’ in fantasy can often be cheesy. You’ve done it well. I totally buy it.
O sorrow be, for none shall know Distant shores, wher’n children grow Mist and mem’ry, will softly sing While yon death bells, do ov’rly ring War is lost, once it has begun Death is many, and life hath none
I cannot give you what does not exist
I cannot give you what does not exist
“We do know, Sleep Wake Man. He runs. He runs, no eye, does not see.”
There was no language able to hold the concept.
A thousand paces to fire, not one step shown, arms to flame, Brave One, but not of your own
Love the depiction of their primitive thoughts and communication in the dialogue
