آپ hear a lonesome bird call as آپ wander out of the forest. It is dull and misty. The sky is concrete, آپ can taste rain in the air.
Fell it on the breeze.
But آپ don't care, آپ keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever مزید sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here آپ arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few مزید steps have آپ standing in the center of an earthy ring. آپ are surrounded سے طرف کی stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as آپ do. And others have been tampered سے طرف کی the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. آپ haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that has them looking like a wooden version of a feathered war bonnet.
The land is very nearly empty of everything else, save for a boulder یا two. آپ don't even pay the boulders much mind, but آپ notice the twin-protector seals. Three vertical slashes and a horizontal line through the middle with a dot on the bottom corner--the دن protector. And on the other rock are four horizontal lines with two diagonal slashes through the middle and a dot on the upper corner--the night protector. They glow faintly orange. Someone has left the feather of a white faced owl--bound with the stem of heather--at the foot of the stone. آپ have arrived at your destination.
A few early rising fireflies are already gathering at the base of the stumps. These are کہا to be the spirits of the faefolk. Of the elven. Of the nymphs and druids. And of the trees themselves. That makes sense, after all, that's what this place is...
A graveyard for the kin of the forest. For natures purest creations. آپ know this because the fairies have told you. آپ had followed them here.
But they have not told آپ why.
Somehow آپ get the feeling that the forest and the magic are dying. For مزید and مزید skeletal structures seem to be pooping up on the hillside with their billowing smoke and grating noises. And with them مزید woodsy structures erect here in the clearing. آپ breathe in, resin fills your nostrils, آپ can practically taste it. But there's something else.
Something is laced in the mist.
It's poison.
The old world is dying and you're standing on its resting ground.
The drizzle grows into a shower.
Fell it on the breeze.
But آپ don't care, آپ keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever مزید sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here آپ arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few مزید steps have آپ standing in the center of an earthy ring. آپ are surrounded سے طرف کی stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as آپ do. And others have been tampered سے طرف کی the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. آپ haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that has them looking like a wooden version of a feathered war bonnet.
The land is very nearly empty of everything else, save for a boulder یا two. آپ don't even pay the boulders much mind, but آپ notice the twin-protector seals. Three vertical slashes and a horizontal line through the middle with a dot on the bottom corner--the دن protector. And on the other rock are four horizontal lines with two diagonal slashes through the middle and a dot on the upper corner--the night protector. They glow faintly orange. Someone has left the feather of a white faced owl--bound with the stem of heather--at the foot of the stone. آپ have arrived at your destination.
A few early rising fireflies are already gathering at the base of the stumps. These are کہا to be the spirits of the faefolk. Of the elven. Of the nymphs and druids. And of the trees themselves. That makes sense, after all, that's what this place is...
A graveyard for the kin of the forest. For natures purest creations. آپ know this because the fairies have told you. آپ had followed them here.
But they have not told آپ why.
Somehow آپ get the feeling that the forest and the magic are dying. For مزید and مزید skeletal structures seem to be pooping up on the hillside with their billowing smoke and grating noises. And with them مزید woodsy structures erect here in the clearing. آپ breathe in, resin fills your nostrils, آپ can practically taste it. But there's something else.
Something is laced in the mist.
It's poison.
The old world is dying and you're standing on its resting ground.
The drizzle grows into a shower.
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Say we’re up in space, and we remove all the stars یا anything that is luminous. Light would be nonexistent. اگلے we’ll remove all the planets, minerals, materials, chemicals, particles, atoms, and anything in between. We remove thing, we remove matter, we remove time, we remove life. We remove substance. We remove dark matter. We remove reality. What’s left? Space and Darkness. There is no color. There is no thing. There is nothingness. There is darkness and space. If there exists no thing but something is present then is there really nothing there? Space is infinite so nothingness is infinity. There is only infinite nothingness. Life was a miracle. Now please define nothing to me.
Bonus Questions: What would be the temperature in infinite nothingness in the absence of (thing, matter, reality)?
Is reality really life?
Most Irritating Moments
- Morning Alarm
Most Difficult Task
- To find Socks
Most Dreadful Journey
- Way to Class
Most Lovely Time
- Meeting Friends
Most Tragic Moments
- Surprise Test in 1st Period
Most Wonderful News
- TEACHER IS ABSENT
Maybe this happens with everyone.Nobody likes school life but it get interesting with our دوستوں playing tricks with others,not doing homework,tests ect.We learn lots of things from school and we doesn't know how time get pass spending time with our friends.
It's fun.
- Morning Alarm
Most Difficult Task
- To find Socks
Most Dreadful Journey
- Way to Class
Most Lovely Time
- Meeting Friends
Most Tragic Moments
- Surprise Test in 1st Period
Most Wonderful News
- TEACHER IS ABSENT
Maybe this happens with everyone.Nobody likes school life but it get interesting with our دوستوں playing tricks with others,not doing homework,tests ect.We learn lots of things from school and we doesn't know how time get pass spending time with our friends.
It's fun.
Water
My only escape
Where for once my arms that are too pale and scrawny bend perfectly
Where I feel perfect
This is where my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where my legs that are too chubby یا fat kick so strong
I feel perfect
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where pain only makes me only go faster
Better
Prettier
Perfectly
Water
Where my face that's not pretty in never seen
Hidden in waves that make me feel free
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
When I used to stab myself with needles
And let the blood bleed out
Suddenly is the last thing on my mind
And when I do spill blood
It's only on the days my mom says I can't go
To the water
Where my spirit will stay
When my body grows old and dies away
My only escape
Where for once my arms that are too pale and scrawny bend perfectly
Where I feel perfect
This is where my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where my legs that are too chubby یا fat kick so strong
I feel perfect
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where pain only makes me only go faster
Better
Prettier
Perfectly
Water
Where my face that's not pretty in never seen
Hidden in waves that make me feel free
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
When I used to stab myself with needles
And let the blood bleed out
Suddenly is the last thing on my mind
And when I do spill blood
It's only on the days my mom says I can't go
To the water
Where my spirit will stay
When my body grows old and dies away
I sit and wonder…
Whatever happened to the days?
Watching BSG and Lost with Charles,
Playing سٹار, ستارہ Wars with him,
And Shortys?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of Josh helping me through the grief of my father’s death.
Whatever happened to the days?
Of chicken and egg ترکاریاں, سلاد sandwiches at the SUB and take-out Chinese for dinner?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of GIRLS NIGHT OUT!
Whatever happened to the days?
Of spring at KU?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of KU’s waterfall and walks at midnight…
Whatever happened to the days?
Of all my دوستوں at KU, and what great دوستوں they were.
Whatever happened to the days?
Whatever happened to the days?
Watching BSG and Lost with Charles,
Playing سٹار, ستارہ Wars with him,
And Shortys?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of Josh helping me through the grief of my father’s death.
Whatever happened to the days?
Of chicken and egg ترکاریاں, سلاد sandwiches at the SUB and take-out Chinese for dinner?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of GIRLS NIGHT OUT!
Whatever happened to the days?
Of spring at KU?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of KU’s waterfall and walks at midnight…
Whatever happened to the days?
Of all my دوستوں at KU, and what great دوستوں they were.
Whatever happened to the days?