Cast your eye tears on to me
And I'll show you what you really need
Give too much attention
And I'll reflect your imperfections
Somewhere on Korriban smoke rose in a growing plume, tarnishing an otherwise spotless sunset. The earth trembled momentarily, pulling shivers across the dunes in wake of a crashing shuttle. No clearance had been received by the perimeter guard, giving them every believed right to shoot the unresponsive shuttle down. What was she supposed to have done? All she was told was to come the planet of sand and darkness. How she knew to come to Korriban...well, that was a strange story in of itself, and best left for another time.
Currently, however, she was trudging from the ruins of what was once her ship. Or used to be her ship....actually, it was never her ship in any manner or form. It just so happened to be conveniently placed in a time where she had need of its use. Regardless, the ship isn't what's important. What's important is that she was still very much alive, and very much covered in sand. Ignoring this fact took some effort, but as it were she had much more pressing issues to attend to; like how she was supposed to navigate this wasteland and find the house of the dark capes. In taking several steps, her bare feet sinking into the loose sand, she immediately decided that the best route to take was a straight one. With any luck she would find this house before the sun rose again.
Far into the darkness she peered, eyes straining against the umbrage of the slopes. What moonlight that was available made clear the glinting of iron-wrought hinges holding tall the fearsome towars of black metal. So it was here, the entrance to the house of dark capes, here that she must go? Her legs covering ground in sharp echoes, she moved to take hold of the rungs, pressing her face against them in effort to see beyond. See past its overbearing shadow. To where does the little Dove nest with her Falcon? At this fortress of steel and black and nightmare...
And I'll show you what you really need
Give too much attention
And I'll reflect your imperfections
Somewhere on Korriban smoke rose in a growing plume, tarnishing an otherwise spotless sunset. The earth trembled momentarily, pulling shivers across the dunes in wake of a crashing shuttle. No clearance had been received by the perimeter guard, giving them every believed right to shoot the unresponsive shuttle down. What was she supposed to have done? All she was told was to come the planet of sand and darkness. How she knew to come to Korriban...well, that was a strange story in of itself, and best left for another time.
Currently, however, she was trudging from the ruins of what was once her ship. Or used to be her ship....actually, it was never her ship in any manner or form. It just so happened to be conveniently placed in a time where she had need of its use. Regardless, the ship isn't what's important. What's important is that she was still very much alive, and very much covered in sand. Ignoring this fact took some effort, but as it were she had much more pressing issues to attend to; like how she was supposed to navigate this wasteland and find the house of the dark capes. In taking several steps, her bare feet sinking into the loose sand, she immediately decided that the best route to take was a straight one. With any luck she would find this house before the sun rose again.
Can't you see it's over?
Because you're the god of a shrinking universe
Purposeless survival
Now there's nothing left to die for
So don't struggle to recognise
Now they call it "Heart-felt suicide"
Because you're the god of a shrinking universe
Purposeless survival
Now there's nothing left to die for
So don't struggle to recognise
Now they call it "Heart-felt suicide"
All night the woman wandered, her body aching but her spirit forever soaring overhead. When she breached the plateau of yet another dune, her mind saw
nothing of endless sand plains, but a sea of milky moonlight washing across a ghosted field of roses. There was life here yet--she discovered in the
dreary midnight hours--souls that walked like she. As though never once making contact with the existing world. Where was there home? Where did they
take refuge and thrill of returning to something familiar? Where were the rose gardens and the lillies they watched grow? Somewhere beyond their
senses...just like hers.
Pray tell, what is this sound that pierces mine ears? It stings of bitter loneliness and sorrow--my heart bleeds from the very whisper. The voice of souls tormented in the shadows? Or merely the wind that sweeps past? I fear that we have trespassed onto lands perilous and strange. We do not belong here, even as the sun is stranger to the hours of the night!
What voice hantued her mind she couldn't say, but it struck a fear at her heart she would not soon have known on her lonesome. The dreamy landscape melted before her eyes, and within hours that went past unnoticed, by some willing instinct driving her forward unseen and unheard she found herself overlooking a gorge well traveled.
Hark, upon the tides of shadow do we swim! What stark and forboding landscape do we traverse, where naught but a single blossom glows? Mayhaps to follow the current it may lead to flourishing springs!
Vaulting the sloping hillsides, the woman's frail silhouette traveled nimbly across the silvren lands. As she found her way to the trail, it became painfully obvious how long it had been since it had seen use. There were no tracks of humans--nigh the tracks of animal and predator alike. There may have once been the rivets of wagon wheels long set by the traveling vagabond, but Korriban had since seen fit to erase any evidence. The dark planet loomed around her in a still, silent, solitary play. The stage set, but the seats vacant and the curtains revealing none to entertain. As she stepped onwards, her footfalls echoing deftly throughout the climbing walls of rock about her, she sensed the beginning of doubt in her mind.
Pray none! What hast troubled thee dearest sister Ananchel? What looms within the unknown beyond? Danger lurk about thee--in the distance there lay your savior! Hast thou seen the gate? Embrace it's troubling shadow, for there rest a stranger.
Pray tell, what is this sound that pierces mine ears? It stings of bitter loneliness and sorrow--my heart bleeds from the very whisper. The voice of souls tormented in the shadows? Or merely the wind that sweeps past? I fear that we have trespassed onto lands perilous and strange. We do not belong here, even as the sun is stranger to the hours of the night!
What voice hantued her mind she couldn't say, but it struck a fear at her heart she would not soon have known on her lonesome. The dreamy landscape melted before her eyes, and within hours that went past unnoticed, by some willing instinct driving her forward unseen and unheard she found herself overlooking a gorge well traveled.
Hark, upon the tides of shadow do we swim! What stark and forboding landscape do we traverse, where naught but a single blossom glows? Mayhaps to follow the current it may lead to flourishing springs!
Vaulting the sloping hillsides, the woman's frail silhouette traveled nimbly across the silvren lands. As she found her way to the trail, it became painfully obvious how long it had been since it had seen use. There were no tracks of humans--nigh the tracks of animal and predator alike. There may have once been the rivets of wagon wheels long set by the traveling vagabond, but Korriban had since seen fit to erase any evidence. The dark planet loomed around her in a still, silent, solitary play. The stage set, but the seats vacant and the curtains revealing none to entertain. As she stepped onwards, her footfalls echoing deftly throughout the climbing walls of rock about her, she sensed the beginning of doubt in her mind.
Pray none! What hast troubled thee dearest sister Ananchel? What looms within the unknown beyond? Danger lurk about thee--in the distance there lay your savior! Hast thou seen the gate? Embrace it's troubling shadow, for there rest a stranger.
Far into the darkness she peered, eyes straining against the umbrage of the slopes. What moonlight that was available made clear the glinting of iron-wrought hinges holding tall the fearsome towars of black metal. So it was here, the entrance to the house of dark capes, here that she must go? Her legs covering ground in sharp echoes, she moved to take hold of the rungs, pressing her face against them in effort to see beyond. See past its overbearing shadow. To where does the little Dove nest with her Falcon? At this fortress of steel and black and nightmare...
