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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 8:25 pm — Post subject: Writters of an age not long passed
As of late, I have been thinking a lot about Until Uru, the good ol’ days. When I come to the cavern, I rarely hear people talk of the good ol’ days. I hear folks talk about the DRC all the time. They talk of the prologue. They talk about current events, but rarely the time in between. Some will claim nothing happened. That people were only waiting. But more recently I was reminded about a time that should never have been forgotten. Never have been ignored
About two years ago, a secret was found by a few dedicated explorers.
That secret was, of course, the art
In the coming months, these explorers wrote ages.
Ages that we all could visit.
Some that we could even visit together…
Soon after, these people created stories for their ages
But these most of stories had little to do with the common explorer
Many did not even care about these stories
Most just saw it as content
But many saw something more…
I remember exploring the city when the stories came
He came into the Shard with a new tale every night
He spoke of ages none could visit
But he brought us there with every telling
And while we enjoyed his stories.
We did not know if he was real…
The ages continued to flow
We continued to visit
But that was about the end
When Cyan returned
The ages
Disappeared
The Man
Disappeared
A need for creativity
Disappeared
We had what we wanted
Content
But at what price?
About two years ago, a secret was found by a few dedicated explorers.
That secret was, of course, the art
In the coming months, these explorers wrote ages.
Ages that we all could visit.
Some that we could even visit together…
Soon after, these people created stories for their ages
But these most of stories had little to do with the common explorer
Many did not even care about these stories
Most just saw it as content
But many saw something more…
I remember exploring the city when the stories came
He came into the Shard with a new tale every night
He spoke of ages none could visit
But he brought us there with every telling
And while we enjoyed his stories.
We did not know if he was real…
The ages continued to flow
We continued to visit
But that was about the end
When Cyan returned
The ages
Disappeared
The Man
Disappeared
A need for creativity
Disappeared
We had what we wanted
Content
But at what price?
