Blue haze, earthly spike that rips the sky, greeting the
legions of bark soldiers waiting for the call.
The silence, their general, leading them against
those who oppose the tranquil, the balance.
The citizens of the city burrow, crawl, climb and
leap toward their daily tasks, reassured by the
soldiers who grant them shelter under their
presence.
Water is god here, and her lover the sun, and together
they lead the nation with a gentle hand.
Rooted religion, the moon takes confessions no sin ever
spoken, only seen, accepted, and forgotten.
A land without excess or wants
carved by the ether itself and left
as time’s play thing.