07-02-2019, 11:14 PM
(07-02-2019, 01:16 PM)achroma Wrote:(07-02-2019, 08:42 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: The front text is written in an unknown tongue for a moment. Though it suddenly shifts before you until you are able to read it in your most comfortable tongue. Pre-Historia; Eyes of blue. Turning to the first pages, it appears to be a dry description of every single moment of passing in another realm. Or rather, the recording of time before time even was, in another realm. Although even at the start a name is mentioned, it does not describe what there is to that name yet. 'Sandrise'. Beyond the concept of the creation of time itself as it is known in the realm that goes on un-namedstill... It is literally a complete record of everything within it's marked period. It would probably take months if not years(possibly hundreds, or more) to absorb everything inside even a single one of these tomes. As the pages do not stop. It seems impossible, even if you attempt to start on the last page, you can still turn to the next page... And yet then you'd only find yourself holding the next vollume, with the previous settled where the one you now hold should be. Yet there must be an end. For the last book on the shelf has not suddenly gained another volume beyond it.He would let out a quiet gasp as the text changed, a favorite parlor trick of his. Feizel would take note of the name Sandrise, as he was fairly certain it was the famalies familiar, and continued to read, soaking in the vast pages of text, trying to put various things into context as he did, occasionally looking at the shelf, and noticing that despite not moving, new books come and old ones go
//When I write it as being dry in writing, I mean it has absolutely no creative flourish whatsoever.
As dry as it is in it's impossible description of unrecordable events. The impossibility of it's applicability as an actual record makes it read like well thought out fiction. Possibly too well thought out. But then it doesn't treat itself like fiction, rather like what it states merely was, without question. It describes the creations of stellar bodies, the mere minute adjustments of everything. the turbulence of stars. And the void that filled the universe. It seemed to focus heavily on what it described as two blue lights in the void, sitting alone. Though. Focusing more and more around that until it almost devolved into a writing of obsession. Sandrise. The rising of the sands of time. Rather literal.
Sa'Nadil had dumped the mushrooms over the steaks she had been making, but had removed it from the heat now. Though letting the pan simmer down. She would probably be done with it momentarily now, as she finally looked over to Feizel. "Learn anything new?" She asked, smiling as she looked at him reading one of the tomes.