Faelings of Elysium

whos presence do i seek?

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Long ago..

Ripped from the pages of a fantasy book, there lived a world of imagination, one of wonder and magic. A place where untouched by reality, every thing was run by the wild. Every thing was living, the ground breathed, and the trees talked and brood life within their roots up to the tips of every leaf. The waters with crystalline edges birthed the very fountains where life all connected together. The high top mountains cleared pathways in the skies for the willows to flock the air on their dust covered wings. Pixies of all colors ran through the bushes and flowers of the forests and the trickling bug eyed clockers of the lagoons hugged the trees while their slick tongue's snatched the natts from out the moons black veil that covered the night.

But there were fundamental elements this world had, each one controlling and administering their own rightful parts of the land. Eons ago there was no land, not yet at least. Up above in the galaxy were the creators, the over seeing gods of every single element and creature that were to exist. With each single one they'd toss the stones into a magic water well that would pour down into the new world as they all watched.

The life of Elysium.

As each crystal raced down the water well down towards the new world, they'd reached the horizon to which each one would go their own ways. The crystals all knew where to go because they were programmed to, very much like how a butterfly instinctively knows its migration pattern. Once these crystals touch down, a whole oasis is rung into existence. Funny enough, from the birth of each elemental, they all know their purpose..they know why they're here, they know the land, and they know of their importance...one can say..well how do they just live without ever pondering..what was life before? How did we all get here and what is my longing duty?

Well one..at least seemed to not know like the others..a fault in his creation or maybe a prophet for something more. either direction he chooses...he wasn't going to stop until he found the true meaning of life.

There he rested..soaking up on the suns big heave of warmth as most fae his kind do.