Aria of Lost WordsShes yelling, and shes not quite sure why, but feels in her heart its justified and within reason. With the grace of the moon crashing into the sea, striking with the fury of an apathetic king, her words melt on the floor and make the sky crumble.
She waves the white flag, but shes still fighting. Shes in prison, but she still makes the flowers grow. Shes as charming as police brutality, with the grace of a saint.
Shes traced a path that takes her nowhere, but is quite sure thats where she wants to be.
Shes yelling and fighting, kicking and screaming, and shes not even here. Her words carry the weight of an anchor, but fly just as well as one. Her ears are as astute as a bat, but chaos is all she hears.
She was a fondly hated friend, and a very approachable enemy.
She had the voice of a goddess, but the inflection of a moron. She was of sound body and mind, but without trust or steady company.
She wanted normalcy more than any
ConfusionIts like battering yourself against a powerful tide, willingly, without thought or perception. Primal feelings push us and guide us, slowly building mechanics that control a throng as easily as a tree can be felled.
Nostrils sting with the scent of industry; theyre overpowered by the fragrance of nature, both are engaged in a bloody war.
The endless teeming mass of humanity shuffles into a daily grind, emotion stricken from all faces, apathy and complacency become the ruling school of thought.
Bless me father for I have sinned. Forgive me, for I have given into your fate. Forgive me, because I was blinded by faith, and dulled to not believe. Forgive me doctor, for my face was filled with emotion. Forgive me for not understanding that everything has an excuse.
Forgive me because I was stupid enough to believe in the both of you.
A steady paced line walks in and out of a booth; their ballots are exchanged for weapons. Theyre all free, provided that they themselves no lo
Eternal Engine: The Appendix
Eternal Engine: The Appendix
The Story in chronological order:
01-Fields of Fire
Flak is introduced, and explains his position in his home, and discovers that his dreams are changing.
The AI Tempest sends one of his many communications to the Goddess known as Ariak, and muses about a field of lizards that he assumes to be his friends.
03-Ten-Song Parts 1 and 2
A man named Ten-Song uses a music device to gain access to memories that arent his own, but thinks that its the journey of his life told through songs. He meanders about a broken shopping mall, and wants to try and live his life again before his batteries run out.
The goddess Ariak tries again to create life, but when a wire-born version of her lost love dies again, she sinks into despair, and escapes her prison by attempting to kill herself.
A man protects a ring, where within it people are allowed to break the r
Eternal Engine: The AfterAn emptiness a void is penetrates my very core, and erases from me all emotion, all capacity to care. No color, no darkness, no light. Ive been abandoned into an empty expanse that seems all too strange now that my presence adds bias to the surroundings.
Ive completed some task without even my knowing, a willing roll of the dice as destiny has used me without my consent once again.
Im an unknowing catalyst, but still living for my own means is so far beyond me. The void doesnt grow, it doesnt shrink, and I remain in it not sure what to do next. Im so sick of ending life, but now I see what Ive been forced into.
Ive gone so far, all in the hopes of breaking my bonds, all in the feeble hope of discovering what happened to you.
Townser The name echoes, but not as though sound waves are bouncing to and fro, the sound just repeats itself across this empty place, filling it with my voice.
Then, I hear only the repe
Eternal Engine: Final Exile
Not many know what the sound is, but to those that do, the significance makes it resound like the beating of a heart and a hammer in unison.
The sound of the piston falling into the machine
Eons pass, but to the beating heart of the machine, time is merely a simplistic plaything, one that can be molded or changed, altered and distorted. Time is an insignificant plaything, made by mortals to better judge the span of their own short lived lives.
Humans are wonderful creatures; they will spend a life time to work towards one singular task, sacrificing everything for either personal gain, or social acceptance. Their monuments will tower into infinity, and yet, they are destroyed by their own hands.
Theres a rock, floating barren in space, all signs of life are erased, and the stark barren landscape expands around the sphere, as it orbits a generally kind star.
The moments that stand out, are the ones that pass so quickly. It allows doubt to seep into your mind; it will make you
Eternal Engine: Confrontation
His name isnt Ten-Song. In truth I doubt he knows his real name. Hes a fragment of Poseidon, a computer intelligence that has since fractured into another being, known as Tempest. All of them, however, are merely microscopic fragments of the Earth born god known to me as Townser.
Ten-Song is also a walking corpse as well, though to his credit, hes a very animated one. From my secluded former homes, I have wandered with him past many places. Day turns to night, but I am unsure if it is because of some normality being restored, or because weve simply wandered into it. He says little, and seemingly has no interest any anything I do or say. Instead, he just points towards our destination on occasion, and nods his head to whatever sounds his headphones feed to him.
He hasnt said anything of his conversation with Tempest, but for some reason he seems happy. Considering hes been dead for eons Im not sure how thats possible, but I can