Eternal Engine: Harbinger 02
Song 06: Upside Down Looking Up
Kicks and drumbeats, with a steady constant rhythm that shifts into the sound of electricity, not as calm or vocal as other songs I know, but captivating none the less. Something about this song seems oddly untrustworthy though. Electrical signals giving way to electrical sounds a blue tint to my eyes.
I shake my head violently, fifteen different directions and all I see is a sign.
Eastvein its amazing as I dont really remember how I came to this road, but Ill just assume for now that whatever is within this city is something important. Something I was supposed to be looking for now, someone I was supposed to be looking for. How to find her though? I dont have a face to remember much less a name or location. Still though, that untrustworthy feeling is trying to usher me forwards towards the rest of the city on a whim.
I figure I might as well enjoy my new freedom and see this place with my own eyes.
Eternal Engine: Harbinger 01Straying from thought and mind I gaze with empty eyes at the device in my hands. The screen is blank and it tells me nothing. My memory is fragmented and the only thing I really know is that this thing is my key to having them again. I want my mind to flourish; I want my thoughts to be united and whole.
I want my life back
I close my eyes and grasp it tighter, almost trying to use force of will to inspire some sound to leak into the headphones. I think about the things it displays, the ways they used to make me feel, and I curse that the only things I can recall are vague blurs and half finished thoughts. With a seething need I grasp the thing like a madman and sit on the tile floor just waiting to hear something anything.
Then, against logic or any rational thought the screen turns on Its back!
Menu: Playlists: Ten-Song
I know what that means. I took it as my name. In this empty place it was all I had. This strange place that used to be a mall is n
Eternal Engine: The Dire Flame
Hey Flak, got a sale on oranges today!
The old man seems genuine, and as happy as can be to inform me of his cheap and affordable fruit. Ive never spoken to him before, nor have anyone else that wanders the streets of this city, but he knows everyones name. He doesnt say anything beyond trying to convey his love of bartering oranges though. I am just passing by though. With meager supplies I venture onwards to the financial district. The mountains beyond the city stretch far into the sky, clouds lapping at their peaks and obscuring the tops from view. Still, beyond the reach of even those mountains is a giant piston.
Dont go there Flak The old man looks at me with a serious face all of a sudden, snapping me out of my tired staring. He still clutches oranges in both hands.
Man tried to go past that bridge last week; Guardians took em. His face seems full of dread and worry as he fixates his gaze at the far off giant
Eternal Engine: Program
DATA TRANSFER: Log entry for September 24th, year unknown, presumed year 0017.
Greetings, I suppose. I know you are often annoyed by my musings but I'll allow myself to open this entry with one, if you're still so staunch about ignoring my thoughts I've placed a fast forward device, just skip ahead a few pages and you'll get what you need.
A few days ago I noticed a herd movement in the marshes far from here. I am often puzzled at how the animals of this world are still so rigidly attuned to their natural movements when everything else has stagnated so much. The sun hangs itself where it always has, and yet I watch them toil across the marsh lands, searching for food or some such.
The suckling young are a strange defiance of the world, or maybe it's that the rules that apply to humans don't exist outside the cities? These creatures I assume are native; as this is the third time they have migrated to this region. I am unsure of what starts the pattern though, as the land remains
Eternal Engine: Oni
The air is still… cold clings to it, and there's a feint touch of dampness to it. My breathing is steady, my mind at ease. All things around me slow, and as I inch my left foot forward, I can feel and anticipate every action and reaction that shall soon take place within but the blink of an eye.
My blade is pure, my intentions of equal quality, but soon both are soiled with blood. Three of them surround me, and their whispers sound like death. Their feet cause life to spring fourth, but their claws reap the earth of all things. Metal clangs in the night, they harvest nothing, and I take from them the air that no longer burns in their lungs.
Everything spins, I am not where I should be, nor is the earth I stand upon what it should be. I feel my way past everything, if I still had eyes I would survey this new and strange place, but I can not. They were taken from me, and the only reminder I carry is the large gash across my face. I see things now, but not as I should. Lines trace the air
Eternal Engine: Genesis
A seed it could be for a plant, or for an idea. It starts life as something small, but with nurturing, itll grow and mature and become strong and unbreakable. If mistreated though, it will wither and rot, and become but a shadow of what it could be.
It takes a great deal of time, but the tree will emerge from the seed, branches will come, and leaves shall grow. There are other seeds though, planted of ill will and neglected by those whom wander this world. One of those seeds took to the air, and there it sprouted.
The only way to see the sun set now is to make it happen yourself, travel and wandering allows you to see the world spinning again, even if youre the only one spinning.
I have no idea how I came to be in this place, and what I remember of my life before any of this is vague at best.
A woman stands next to a tree a soft smile and whispers of love and kindness, and it all turns to ash. The kind smile turned to flame, and the field I stood in was smote to