'Every morning here is an evening elsewhere. Every midday sun is midnight gloom somewhere. Every billowing breeze means somewhere else is at ease, every hot summer day is a winter at bay. No life without death and no beginning without end, so enjoy what time you have to spend.' https://t.co/pUOcjRGT84
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 11, 2021
'There are times when you are alive and awake and that is more than you can take. When life is too strong and each day is too long. But be thankful you are awake and alive, as that means you might survive. Each new day is another new way for you find to stay and banish the gray.' https://t.co/dRj3MCfSDn
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 11, 2021
'When first we see signs of mortality, we think this cannot be, that is not me, for I am not old. When first we groan at ache of bone, we cry and we moan this is not known, for I am young. But time knows no master and grows ever faster, and none can flee fate forever.' #poem #age https://t.co/4p3MRZnvw9
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 11, 2021
'Mountain mist and wind and rain roll up the slopes again and again, but still the citadel stands ready.
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 11, 2021
Storm and snow, and hell and hail,
as endless armies each try and fail,
the walls too stout and too steady.
Neither nature nor nation can break what nought but gods did make.' https://t.co/29duNiPINy
'This world was once well, this planet prosperous, this center of civilization ceaselessly teaming and thriving with the energy and essence of so many hopes and dreams. All gone now, all the souls at rest at last. These are not my stories, but it is my duty to keep them alive.' https://t.co/J5q8rJAJ9a
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 11, 2021
'Such solemn stillness, such serene solitude, these snows of the south. This was a world without life, without comfort and it was here, beyond the borders of the settled and the civilized, they sought sanctuary from the searchers. It was here they sought peace from persecution.' https://t.co/s7UxerOLIT
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 10, 2021
'Fear not the next mountain, the next challenge to arise before you. Tremble not at the task to come nor the troubled path you must tread to traverse from where you are to where you must be, for every step need not be a struggle and the steps will soon see you beyond the summit.' https://t.co/I0qRt168oK
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 10, 2021
'The pattern is unclear, if it is a pattern at all. There is a specific substance to this soul, this system of sentience, this song of such serenity and sorrow that can not be seen or felt, both a sanguine sentiment and a somber state. There is no pattern, but that is fine.' https://t.co/IXY5iAm3FF
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 10, 2021
'Such power, such awesome energy coursing through every nerve and fiber of her being, suffusing from the world around, surfacing from her very soul, calling upon all of infinity to witness her will made manifest upon reality. She did not blink, dared not breath lest she explode.' https://t.co/A5PFkhnLLF
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 10, 2021
'The gods of old have gone away, the old ways hold no sway today, the old paths pose no peril, for the world is no longer feral. At least so we would think, but still from shadows we shrink, far from wild woods we tend to stay, and shy from old shrines where once we'd pray.' https://t.co/mVkI6Hkbuk
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 10, 2021
'They were an unlikely duo, this dragon of the deep woods and a paladin so pure of heart. There was a trust between them none could break. Some would think them sworn enemies of incompatible lands, but they stood sentry against all who would wound this wild and wonderful world.' https://t.co/8MRbNOqVfK
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 9, 2021
'When the gods forged the chains of this world they saw no need for mercy, binding the earth to the despair above and doom beneath with celestial steel, unbreakable and untouchable by mortal men. Then as a joke they left us the key to our salvation, as intangible as the chains.' https://t.co/lP3WqvguMY
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 9, 2021
'Amid celestial storms there live such spectacular creatures as men can only dream, slipping amid the eddies of existence, swimming beyond the boundaries of what we think is real and what should never be. Such lovely leviathans, such majestic monsters to behold beyond the abyss.' https://t.co/mAQ6XD5MLH
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 9, 2021
"Come small one, you should not be here all alone."
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 9, 2021
"I was told not to trust strangers."
"A wise lesson. But here there be monsters waiting in the shadows, and the night is long and lonely."
"Will you take me home?"
"Alas, your home is gone. But I will take you someplace safe." https://t.co/6Rptxacq67
'This was not normal. No, this was anything but normal. But what does one do when confronted with a cosmic conundrum? Stand and stare, fully aware that nothing you are seeing should be real? She would scream, but none would hear, she would run, but to where? So she just watched.' https://t.co/msSUeDIt7E
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 9, 2021
'Just a twist and a turn, and none will learn what we really are. Below the smile, beneath the skin, the sin within churns and burns, trapped where none can see. But you and me, we seek to be free, to dance and delight in darkness, in danger, to tempt the world to know us.' https://t.co/OKjolEv2Ed
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 8, 2021
'Oh what lies beyond the skies that young minds may dream and scheme to one day venture beyond the bare walls of their world and take to the sky to fly up and away to a bright new day? What dreams may come, at least for some, who can look out and see what it means to be free.' https://t.co/QvvBZzkYpU
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 8, 2021
'Would you dare go near the lonesome door in the wood? What stories must be whispered here and there of such a structure, what frightened fables the locals must murmur when one mentions the ancient aperture. Would you dare knock upon the door, or turn the knob, or pass through?' https://t.co/Wy0hp9Odvs
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 8, 2021
'Such sinister shades, such spectacular signals, what vivid visuals warning all who would wander closer that nature can bite and sting and if you venture too near the vibrant you could learn terror and torment at their touch, a lesson you might not survive. Beautiful but beware.' https://t.co/PPcJQobo1C
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 8, 2021
'Some days there are no battles. Some days there is no need to fight, no need to do or die, no need to rise to the challenge in the face of certain doom. Some days the world is calm and serene, and all we can do is bear the bucolic as best we can and relish what peace we have.' https://t.co/x7WvzYrKdC
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 8, 2021
'What would we see if we looked within our skin? What layer beneath all the others is who we think we are? So many masks one upon the other, so many similar skins to hide beneath, but all so like the others that we hardly know which we are and which we pretend to be.'#Identity https://t.co/3wL44AUPDs
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 2, 2021
'At last he had arrived. Here was the center of the wizarding world, the citadel of scholars who delved into the weld and the weft of the mystic mandala that held the world together and the heavenly bodies apart. At last he was here and could warn them of the dread unwinding.' https://t.co/zazC7ScYTr
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 2, 2021
'"Do you want me to eat them?"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 2, 2021
"No! Stop asking!"
She hated scolding her snake. The question always came from a deep love and desire to protect her, but she needed to scold. Her problems were many and vexing but the solution would never be to consume them. Well, almost never….' https://t.co/AmwmAlESap
'In our darkest days, when merciless monsters menace and our minds cower and cry out for some special salvation, in these pivotal periods, we must summon what strength we can manage and square our shoulders against all attacks. We need but survive another second. Then another.' https://t.co/dKoU3GZ3VJ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 1, 2021
'In the evening of our days, when vibrant colors fade and turn to browns and greys, in the setting of the sun, when shadows grow and seep into our souls, in the end of our travels, when potential paths peter out and there is but one trail to tread, even then we must march on.' https://t.co/9uysPLFqeJ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 1, 2021
'Would you wander the wildwood, would you tread beneath the trees? Would you leave the worn path to explore where shadows and branches mingle? Would you know what creatures can be trusted, and which you must never see? Would you walk the wirdwood, to learn its witching ways?' https://t.co/gbFdeQwNYw
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 1, 2021
'The mages swore they knew why the land lifted from the sea and took to the sky. They swore the secrets were theirs to guard and they could set the world aright at any moment, if only we proved we were worthy, if only we swore fealty. That was ages ago. Now, we have our doubts.' https://t.co/TTuTCVwQoh
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 1, 2021
'The age of man had come and gone, and many ruins did he leave. An epic epoch of savage splendor, a mere moment in history from rise to fall, yet the works wrought, the domination, the deterioration, the devastation would last aeons. The age of man was over, yet he had not left.' https://t.co/rrFUihu49V
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) March 1, 2021