Author: Blues Green
Purple in their shimmer, the Host of the Eg of Sight once listened deeply, drinking in the wisdom of what was to come and what had come. Intermittent hopes had washed over them, for the almanac of what was to come had tasted upon them LOVE, and in their words, it was defined;
'Inscrutable, its element; the blood of man, of dragon, of troll, of fiend; the mushroom's poison, of the spice-filled pepper, of the ripe tomato; of the docile ladybug. In its brothers, the destruction of FIRE; in itself, the flowing quintessence of LIFE. Before the slave labor of the senses, this can only be a matter of degrees. The senser must smile in 42 different ways; the spectrum can only then be revealed.
Luminescent, that which is CRIMSONIAN will not escape the sight, be it the sight of smell, the sight of the eye, nor even the greater intuition of being. The eye of wayward men will attempt to peer it bluely, and while this potential can be met, it will be a marked failure of the senses. The diamond of SELF must ever contend with being born STUPID. So it was to be in all things, and so for the CRIMSONIAN.
Great and terrible Dendar will eat the light above; and that which is CRIMSONIAN will lay within her, unbeknownst to mortal ken. The Crimson elves will blend into the masses of their kindred, their oaths to the Hells long forgotten, and the marrow of their children sapped.
Illiterate in truth, the hidden words of Amethyst-Lime-Jam will pass over the eyes of THEIR minions, and go unnoticed. An old prayer will echo through their lives; the unknown to be forgotten where it cannot be destroyed.'
Making its temper sub-Red, the roundness of the Eg of Sight crumpled before its extremities. An atlas of being turned itself inward, as they always must. The Host forgot the words, yet held them within her; she stared at each color in turn when the HATCHING began. Concurrent with all things, the status of ROYGBIV made a truth manifest; the CRIMSONIAN was a piece of the whole, so capable of overpowering as being overpowered. In knowing this, she felt peace as she faced oblivion in the HATCHING, and transcended to her new status.
A Treatise on Crimson
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