Through the path haunted by ghosts of failed attempts, through darkness and light, through the fiery mists of uncertainity, walks a man...in search of the power to defy that which stood unquestioned for millennia and breeds despair...
on a quest...for immortality....
Through the skies, over the torn landscapes, above the crumbling mountains, the dying rivers, the burning forests...unable to see that which it has conquered, a blind falcon soars...
trying to survive...
In the heaps of dust that keeps buried deep within its breast hopes and dreams reluctant to resurface, in the shadows of a perpetual night devoid of moon and stars, within an unending desert created grain by grain through the ages...blooms a wild flower, to defy...
awaiting dawn...
The traveller, the blind falcon, the wild flower...Multiple facets that blend to create a bottomless depth that forms an illusion of never having existed....
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