Undesirable

THE PARANOID CONSCIOUSNESS

The lonely world was what Guna called the Gyrate Empire and what order they held on the quartet continents of the Ananta. However, the crownless house was meant to be having multiple diadems without a string connection, and Girisha negotiated with the first being of the Gyrate who thrived out of nowhere: he had promised in front of the golden torched-like man that he would build a hut with six pillars of different elements' blend, and establish the one supreme rule:

Locks that bind us,

Dark that tempers us,

Mines that scares us,

These all feelings that nurture us in a forceful way;

Whilst,

Love that confers us hope,

Hope that delivers us courage,

Courage that forbids us to stop,

And even in the dark locked mine, the notion built by love, hope, and courage makes us stronger;

But

We are going to forsake them.

We are plain,

And we are the generation of the creator, so we will create and leave the world for our children.

However, the time deluded him as it went, and he was unable to breathe, ergo he was impotent to form any alliance in between, save the emotional farewell to being the king of the Gyrates: in royal assembling under the silver roof clamped by six golden pillars but no wall for concealment, he said, 'I will rest now, and leave my belonging to some of those I study in last five decades. I would like to say that the Forest is for my friend Utkarsh who does not like height but the growing nature; the water is for my sisters, Argyle and Juturna who are not thirsty and preserver, but free to let lose; the rock is for my feather sir, Elenour Vien, to guide those who cannot fly even though they can; the same goes to air wielder, master Shain Gaffvar who does not want freedom. However, the fire...well, the war is not vital, but to go on the war is a necessity to defend and grow our lands, hence, I believe, there is nobody now who can hold the sky firmly to guide what to burn, and what to heal. But I hope Ringrud will understand his existence in the coming of time. All the same, there is something that remains in a broad spectrum. The one we call home; the one which is just the space unless likewise minds dwell in. I command Dunish Olferhad to seek further enlightenment for it. I name him Yos Gyrate, the first turner from an outcast realm, and now the king of the Gyrate. He will look after all of you as a guardian angel...'

Thereinafter, teaching the young Gyrates like the grandfather of Guna, who was Ludric, and the first decadent of the Gyrate, Ringrud, became an aim for Girisha to save the philosophy of the Gyrate and to proliferate their acolytes.

But there was always solitude in their life, thence the lonely world it remained. Nevertheless, the land they owned and invigorated never failed to confer ecstasy to any soul wandering in the wilderness.

The golden their sky was, and silver their cascade fell to the mid-ground and beneath with azure and eau-de-nil glitter as an alteration of the surrounding. The wind, however, was always gentle that brought leaves from all high domains to the land of Jasmin and King.

When there was dusk, it was first seen to the golden tower on the cloud, but before that would occur in time, a knock of a couple always forged, therefore, Girisha called Kamul and Nishran the peace carrier, because when he was exhausted by his own thoughts and fell in a conundrum, they brought him smile and meals and a conversation out of his solitary life. From outgoing on exploration out of the four continents to bringing order in with discipline, they set different errands for him. For such gifts, Girisha gave them a house on each seven spheres and told them to look after Yos after dusk, and even before reaching him.