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Clear water flowing through the full plains

washing the face of man clean

so she may begin anew with excited vigor,

proportions only that to rapture itself

let man do this so she can go out

and embrace the city that she calls

Oria.



The night sky glistens with millions of diamonds

giving the fields a coat of white never before seen

Oria sits happily with her empty streets and stares

into the ocean of grass, unknowingly.



On the other side there are whispers

in her mind, that of an alien world

that is translucent in a way that

only dreams can be seen



There is a shadowy image, familiar

but forgotten, Oria reaches for this shape

only to be suffocated with a foul smell

dragging the walls around her into the

depths of the dark, dank, and undesirable.



Hate, love, forgiveness, human, animal,

beautiful, ugliness, hope, despair, compassion.



These images flash into the roof of the heavens

hindering the shapes and forms that Oria has

known for what she believed to be existence.