Ranking: Systemic Anomaly
Registration date:12/20/2005 14:49:00 Last Online:06/09/2009 06:41:57 Number of messages posted:
[6415] Messages posted by Bayamos Created topics:
[135] Topics created by Bayamos From:SC|Sentience -973069242 Occupation:I find things. Interests:guassian normals, RezIDs, hexadecimal reverse engineering, python decompilation, d3d hooking, useropts Biography:
He knew the time, but twilight was not the right word to describe his surroundings. High above the crag, firmament shifted with fury. The disparate clouds of ash and smoke clashed into each other like warring chariots. Their violent collisions sent tremors that shook through the lightning-scarred ground. He squinted to barrier his eyes from the chilling wind's sudden onslaught of dust. Yet, the breeze had a lingering sense of humidity: the faint residue and imprint of something that once was, a whisper of the past, a fragment of this place that was "right." Columns of mist floated over the ground, shaped and shifted by light and shadow dancing through the breeze. Beyond the ravaged fields he could see a massive network of towers reaching into the clouds. Like fire orbs in the black sky, the spires were a spectacle to behold. Allowing himself to retreat into memory, he floated across the plains and ascended into the air.
No, twilight was not the right word. There was no warmth in this place, only gloom and a feeling of restlessness. Aside from the storms, deathly silence pervaded these stretches of barren earth. After pausing in thought he began to murmur a tune he vaguely remembered. These tones were carried by the breeze and echoed through the rock formations. For brief moments, these whispers filled the vacant realm, and the scenery's harshness was temporarily dispelled. As soon as the sounds had appeared, they were gone; yet each time he came to this location it seemed different from the last - a little more alive, a little more like home. The time for reflections finished, he stood up and began the long hike back to his journey's beginning. He followed the twisted paths by memory, and reached the edge of towering cliffs. His silhouette remained on the walls for a fleeting moment as he disappeared into the darkness; faint whispers could be heard in the distance as the sky burned and the bayamos blew.
