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Del's mind was wandering, as it so often did these days. The pestilent thing couldn't help but meander creakily through it's own dusty corridors. It seemed to do nothing but kick up more obscuring veils of dust as it went. Although this served to clarify some memories, it also completely buried others. Those that were uncovered, however, gleamed like gems, refusing to be corroded by the sands of time. They served as windows, through which he could gaze upon the golden days of his youth, and those days when he had been a Ranger. Out from those windows came soft
A Trail's TaleA Trail's TaleA Trail's Tale
A sunset was making itself known to the world, the most glorious one seen in years; it possessed a beauty which could never be rivaled. Slowly sinking behind the mountains, it soaked the valley in its final golden rays. Some of these rays managed to find their way through the forest canopy, illuminating small swirls of dust, giving them an almost ethereal quality; soft, golden, and slowly drifting, relaxing in its own way. This beauty was soon to end, however. Night would be making its appearance, and would soon shepherd the rest of the day away. In less than an hour it would descend, and the valley would be blanke
Melancholy NightMelancholy NightMelancholy Night
His eyes beheld such an incredible expanse of space above that his head almost swam. What he saw was the beginning and the end of everything, all overlapping in ways impossible for him to comprehend. Galaxies seemed somehow intertwined, as if tied loosely together by some cosmic hand, forming glorious shapes and patterns of unbelievable color, burning in silent splendor among that eternal darkness. Even through all of this one could perceive stars, far-flung pinpricks of pale light, giving off a somehow sorrowful twinkling light. The Man had no idea how he had arrived at this place, and he knew it was no dream or
Grounded, grounded, grounded.
Tired
