Around me the world vibrates, spinning constantly towards another Genesis. With each rainstorm, every boulder decaying to pebbles, each dusk life wanes. Yet new saplings grow, more is build by the changes. With every dawn, I feel his warmth. Reality cooking about me, a fresh babe birthed from the womb each day. Yet I see no storms brewing, I hear no Christening chimes. I feel my emergeance unfolding in my dreams, so still and stoic! Thump.. tha thump, thump... tha thump. This is my metronome. - Jairou's memories of the Dreaming before his Awakening

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    December 2011