relics from a ruined world still exist
buried beneath the sand, consumed by the waves
smothered by time.
this tower will rust and it will tarnish but it will still be here.
a hundred years later will these buildings still stand
will they stand tall against the sun
in all their shining glory or will someone set off on a quest to return it?
time is the most demonic thing of them all and yet no one notices.
it takes and it destroys and it corrupts and tortures
it gives and it creates and it heals
i don't know how to explain to you what i'm feeling
i just don't
i just can't
