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Burning...She was hope for the tormented souls and for those who - treading the path of darkness - committed horrors of the night
She was like a storm, like a mighty wave, inspiring humanity from the swamp of stagnation
She was beauty and ugliness, last resort, and the curse of millions.
When she paced, the fire was behind her, devouring the souls of little ones
When her rippling laughter rose above the heads of the chosen, was heard as the announcement of the war and the joy, beauty and destruction
When you condemn her, you yield, when you loved her, died ...
but at the same time ... you all wanted it, or condemn, or love
She was a river, carrying the flame of change
Are you worthy to stand before her?
Space and Beyond 1.101. Space journey
The effects of interference are sometimes unbelievably bad.
"Close-up" the screen increased, showing a collection of stars, an elliptical galaxy in the far corner of the known universe.
"This is Hix galaxy" said a man standing near the screen. A group of people sitting on chairs behind him, dutifully looked in his direction, trying to see any of this "extraordinary things", as chief scientist of extraterrestrial research center was going to show them.
"I know that it was difficult to push up there with our satellites" the man smiled, though a bit nervously. "But this galaxy must be known once with farest of its elements. Recent data have discovered it."
At this point, he again made the approximation of the monitor, showing the star system located very close to the greatest communities of the stars.
"It is a small system with one young star and two planets" continued scientist. "This" he pointed to a planet closer to the stars "We should not pay attention to it. It
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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