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An Introduction to IcahinOnce upon a time, there wasn't a strange world called Icahin. Not only wasn't there a world called Icahin, but it most certainly wasn't similar to and yet completely different from our own. This world definitely wasn't consisted of seven unreal floating continents orbiting an equally fictitious star called Great Aether, where the Gods of Icahin most positively did NOT live, because that would be silly. On these not-continents, non-existent life sprouted (or didn't sprout) and began to look like nothing. These un-things didn't call themselves Men and weren't created by magic, which really really really really doesn't exist. Nonetheless, it makAn Introduction to Icahin
by ~Oribaa
Remember for meRemember for me That the answer is yes.Remember for me
Every time, no matter the question, So long as it will make you happy.
Remember for me That through all the gloom, In the dusty box with rusted lock, There burns a fire that will never die.
Remember for me That I love you. And I will never stop loving you even if
You tear my life in two.
Remember for me All of these things. The questions and answers, the box with its rust And the promise I made,
Promise me You'll remember for me.
by ~Oribaa
The Birth of WarWhat beast lurches From the pits of HellThe Birth of War
And dares stalk this sacred land?
From tainted womb
Came Deathly Life, Conceived as a whispered curse Born as a grotesque reality. Surely the world is dying, Nature is failing, If such a thing can be born on Earth? Soon the sanguine tide will drown the innocent,
And the lost will scar the Earth with their mindless Passion.
by ~Oribaa
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five-in-the-morningHe had freckles on his shoulders and hard skin at the bottoms of his fingers. I told him that my hand is like that too, a bit of hard skin at the bottom of my little finger. He just kissed each of my fingertips in turn; I think I tasted of alcohol-sugar-sleeplessness.five-in-the-morning
Five in the morning is my thinking time. I told him that as his hands traced patterns on my skin that I didn't recognise then, don't remember now, but loneliness made his skin feel more familiar because five in the morning is the loneliest hour, too. His fingertips wiped thoughts of loneliness from my mind.
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