'So far have we come from our primitive pasts, from the crass caves where first we sought shelter from the storm and the stranger. We have worked wonders and wield wizardry unimaginable by our ancestors. Once we lay superstitions to rest, we sought the skies, and now we soar.' https://t.co/YBHqaF0yKt
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 10, 2021
'There are many challenges in life that seem insurmountable, that shatter the wills of the most determined. There are many perils that none expect us to overcome, that all submit to and accept. Yet, with allies, with trusted companions by our side, even these can be conquered.' https://t.co/M3Pbs7qneT
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 10, 2021
'Sir Hoppington R. Bit, C.P.E, Lord Protector of the Lillypad looked resplendent in his uniform, groomed and coifed for this life from the egg, he had swum with a different class of tadpole and trained with only the deepest croakers in his youth. Now, he was ready to rule.' https://t.co/je9pldU0v8
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 9, 2021
'Life goes on, no matter the state of nature, life finds a way to see another day. At first they struggled, as any would, against the tide of time, but time marched on and their efforts were in vain. Now, mankind lives with the contagion, no longer thriving, yet still alive.' https://t.co/VKchNl29fq
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 9, 2021
'The world of the dragons and their riders was one of ash and fire, a land few other creatures could endure, a land the lords of the sky had conquered long ago. Now they sought new lands. The portals were almost ready, then they would spread the ash and fire to whole new worlds.' https://t.co/IPsTToyuyV
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 9, 2021
'Some are fools but rarely, lacking wisdom for mere moments in otherwise sensible lives. Others careen through this world carelessly, somehow surviving their daily follies until they try something supremely senseless that none could survive, like mistaking a bugbear for a bear.' https://t.co/aBBYfTqAep
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 8, 2021
'They say the candle burns twice as bright when you have both ends alight. They say there is never enough time in the day for those who would learn all we would convey. They say many such things, but not all apply to all beings. Some can crack time, and learn all in their prime.' https://t.co/Wo8sT10nuo
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 8, 2021
'With a glance I recall, with a whisper heard by all, she confidently strides about, mistress of all within and without, purveyor of joy, dealer of dreams, broker of both good and bad, whichever can be had for the price you are willing to pay the devil in the dark blue dress…' https://t.co/6SFq6P9rS9
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 8, 2021
'Born of fire, born of pain, born of fury, born of strain! Borne by magma through the heart of the world, brooded by the heat of dying embers, the final ashes of a fallen shard from far above. But now, it has broken free, broken through, and sprung forth, this nascent worldtree.' https://t.co/uoBq3bJelx
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 3, 2021
'What was lost can still be found, provided it was lost beneath the ground, for what the dark and deep may claim, will never see the shores again. What was once covered may still arise but all seized by the seas sinks and dies. Beneath the boundless waves lie many bygone graves.' https://t.co/AKZKYUnh0d
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 2, 2021
'Stately stood upon the prow, contemplating the here and now, perched upon the stranded scow, cogitating the where and how. Mortal meanings meander so much, twisting and turning at the tiniest touch. But the specter was not here to reckon, only your mortal soul to beckon.' https://t.co/tgwERBRHEj
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 2, 2021
'The moment of life and death is not only a when, but a where. Each eternal junction between the here and now is juxtaposed with a position, a point at which every instant is initiated, instigated and anchored forever to a precise place, betwixt the heretofore and the hereafter.' https://t.co/HQSgKvJiqU
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 1, 2021
'Some seekers search for solitude not society. Some strive for sanctuary from the screams and squabbles of strangers and the strain of all such social snarls. Some simply search for shelter from the storm and the sanctity of self, a secluded space somewhere to survive.'#Survivor https://t.co/JZv0oYhmw2
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 1, 2021
'It was a wonder the city was still here, even shattered as it was. They had listened to the legends of the mighty mountains and the celestial city that sat amid their peaks and set out in search of the ruins, little hoping there would be any after the eruption. Yet here it was.' https://t.co/i28cpWLYF5
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 1, 2021
'They were the old ones, the guardians against dangers no longer remembered, called by many names, many titles, many epithets. They were known as spirits, nymphs, shamans, witches, and more, but they were none of these. They were watchers, the mother, the maiden, and the crone.' https://t.co/Sp02sxCC2l
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 1, 2021
'The moss warred with the lichen for purchase upon the soaring surfaces of the ancient site of sacrifice and worship. In another era this was a sacred shrine, a place of power and prestige erected by the faithful to their glorious gods. Now, there was but one lonesome caretaker.' https://t.co/453cy7iMzg
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) February 1, 2021