>>1056243>>1056236 (OP)I will post the near entirety of my work here, for all to see, until I can sway or summon those who will consistently follow me through (remember, for those who want to be close to me and follow the truth of Atemporal you can send me a mail)
>THE ATEMPORAL EPIC.>BOOK 1 - THE SELENID>CHAPTER 1- UNIVERSE>FIRST PASSAGE. I.During a year of a forgotten century, inside this world whose true longevity and extension reach undiscovered boundaries, exists therein a small place lost beyond the farthest of spans and long distances, over bereft infertile land.
Every day and night violently unstoppable gusts of wind come and go through there, whose screams and whispers escape their dustful mouth to an ancient lonely ruin, a ruin of heights so unheard of that they pierce the never ending skies.
Something is observing this ruin in careful awe before its barriers left desolate and crumbled by time, something akin to the point of a corner: an all-covering silhouette casted above the earth; a lowly and hunched figure short in height due to its deformed spine almost sticking out of its back, sickly and fragile in aspect.
The aformentioned figure possesses twosome enlongated arms, that slide down similar to unfolding strands into disproportionate clutches, long boney fingers hanging from them, next to its husk calves; sharp silvery mane mounted above a perpetually singular, weary and dreary, fallen visage, which took the shape of an inconvenient and prominent mandible.
It wore a used up, aged and time worn attire; a little archaic; dirty, tossed up, poor and painted as if with a brush in monochromatic grayscales,
or, to be brief… black and white, split in two by an uneven zipper.
On the left upper side of this attire and the dark belt in which it ends there was located a badge of long lost and forgotten meaning, one could even say it was… meaningless. For last what is found below the belt, gray-white pants and black shoes, they were of no different condition, also stained in dust and dirt.
Woe its eyes! lo its eyes! they remained somberly concealed below its lunarly hairs.
Truthfully it was a peculiar spectacle, as if this whole thing were ripped right out from an ancient audiovisual material.
Nevertheless, this was nothing but a man.
It is not the first time he's there; before anything he witnessed and roamed its surroundings from afar, searching for refuge, vigilant in case someone else thought of drawing near, until he finally decided to settle it. And for the time he already had a few weeks behind him sleeping inside.
The young male sat down with tranquility, since there was not a thing such as this silence where he hailed from, and how beautiful it was, cushioning the mind like a pillow.
Cushioned the mind, at least, until something stopped, wobbled and pressed against him for an uncomfortable second similarly to a forceful pastry. He turned his head around to find out what it was…
Yea, irony did not make itself wait: it turned out, indeed, that it didn't occur just to him the marvelous idea entailing settling in this lonely ruin for shelter; as it is with all good things below the heavens, rarely there's only one person wishing for them.
>FIRST PASSAGE. I. (END)