Project: Blank Space
"Your life is a lie, your beliefs a figment of the duality of your being and your cause a stride towards our own destruction.
Trust you cannot find nor does the simplicity of the life you wish come beckoning at your door; your own path is one drawn out strong upon the sand, waiting though for its imminent erasure from existence by the waves wrought upon displeasure and loss.
Though perhaps a simple being of Creation, your purpose is nothing as such; to guide those in need of my guidance and help one lost upon His own means of denial, and to upend the chaos stricken with His fear and despair......a despair lacing those waves with bitter wormwood.
You were created with a task, and with a purpose with a weight great upon your shoulder.
Do not crumble, lest we all crumble with you,"
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Within Blank Space lies the realms of White and Black, the Black Space and the Blank Space; both hold with them the Balance of the world yet its Wardens both hold the keys to utter destruction lest their actions turn asunder.
The Cities are wrought with the monsters of the humanities dark passions and hateful dispositions, the inhabitants growing restless as a collective in their wake; though all seems calm, there is a storm broiling to fever pitch beneath the skin to the subconscious of all.
Under the guidance of the White Warden and the assistance of Nicolas Hogg, Líadan must undertake the tasks left within her hands to repair the remnants of the past but as well come to realise and accept the reality of the world and those around her. Humanity is not as it seems, nor are the demons simply the fragmented horrors of the unknown imagination, yet single-handedly each hold the key to one another's existence in the world. In such then, the pitch and depths of their beings drawing tight upon the Balance, a Balance already having seen perils beyond the human imagination only to near the fall at the discarded grace of a God himself.
There is only so much time to which that memories can be saved and ideals kept; there is only so much one can do in being staged the emissary of the Gods.
And there is only so much she can do to find the truth within the subconscious realities embedded in those she's left to save.
Blank Space © Emma Oliver 2011-2012
Trust you cannot find nor does the simplicity of the life you wish come beckoning at your door; your own path is one drawn out strong upon the sand, waiting though for its imminent erasure from existence by the waves wrought upon displeasure and loss.
Though perhaps a simple being of Creation, your purpose is nothing as such; to guide those in need of my guidance and help one lost upon His own means of denial, and to upend the chaos stricken with His fear and despair......a despair lacing those waves with bitter wormwood.
You were created with a task, and with a purpose with a weight great upon your shoulder.
Do not crumble, lest we all crumble with you,"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Within Blank Space lies the realms of White and Black, the Black Space and the Blank Space; both hold with them the Balance of the world yet its Wardens both hold the keys to utter destruction lest their actions turn asunder.
The Cities are wrought with the monsters of the humanities dark passions and hateful dispositions, the inhabitants growing restless as a collective in their wake; though all seems calm, there is a storm broiling to fever pitch beneath the skin to the subconscious of all.
Under the guidance of the White Warden and the assistance of Nicolas Hogg, Líadan must undertake the tasks left within her hands to repair the remnants of the past but as well come to realise and accept the reality of the world and those around her. Humanity is not as it seems, nor are the demons simply the fragmented horrors of the unknown imagination, yet single-handedly each hold the key to one another's existence in the world. In such then, the pitch and depths of their beings drawing tight upon the Balance, a Balance already having seen perils beyond the human imagination only to near the fall at the discarded grace of a God himself.
There is only so much time to which that memories can be saved and ideals kept; there is only so much one can do in being staged the emissary of the Gods.
And there is only so much she can do to find the truth within the subconscious realities embedded in those she's left to save.
Blank Space © Emma Oliver 2011-2012