Voices of the Sands - Revision history

Gronk at 19:22, 15 September 2024

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	Childhood, then adolescence. I learned life on the dunes. Hundreds of miles, then thousands. The mountain watched as I matured. Words came from deep in the shifting sands. “Sing,” they said. I sang.		Childhood, then adolescence. I learned life on the dunes. Hundreds of miles, then thousands. The mountain watched as I matured. Words came from deep in the shifting sands. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

	Adulthood. The mountain fell to pieces, observed by none but I. Its fragments collapsed into the desert. Fragments into boulders, boulders into rocks, rocks into sand. Mountains into dunes. I left the camps and the packs, the oases and their shade, and set out into the expanse. The dunes spoke as the mountain, and the mountain spoke as the dunes. Desert voices forming words of ~~sand~~. “Sing,” they said. I sang.		Adulthood. The mountain fell to pieces, observed by none but I. Its fragments collapsed into the desert. Fragments into boulders, boulders into rocks, rocks into sand. Mountains into dunes. I left the camps and the packs, the oases and their shade, and set out into the expanse. The dunes spoke as the mountain, and the mountain spoke as the dunes. Desert voices forming words of dust. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

	Grains, specks, motes into monuments. Motes into myths. Motes into melodies.		Grains, specks, motes into monuments. Motes into myths. Motes into melodies.

Gronk at 19:22, 15 September 2024

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	Childhood, then adolescence. I learned life on the dunes. Hundreds of miles, then thousands. The mountain watched as I matured. Words came from deep in the shifting sands. “Sing,” they said. I sang.		Childhood, then adolescence. I learned life on the dunes. Hundreds of miles, then thousands. The mountain watched as I matured. Words came from deep in the shifting sands. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

	Adulthood. The mountain fell to pieces, observed by none but I. Its fragments collapsed into the desert. Fragments into boulders, boulders into rocks, rocks into sand. Mountains into dunes. I left the camps and the packs, the oases and their shade, and set out into the expanse. The dunes spoke as the mountain, and the mountain spoke as the dunes. Desert voices forming ~~desert~~ words. “Sing,” they said. I sang.		Adulthood. The mountain fell to pieces, observed by none but I. Its fragments collapsed into the desert. Fragments into boulders, boulders into rocks, rocks into sand. Mountains into dunes. I left the camps and the packs, the oases and their shade, and set out into the expanse. The dunes spoke as the mountain, and the mountain spoke as the dunes. Desert voices forming words of sand. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

	Grains, specks, motes into monuments. Motes into myths. Motes into melodies.		Grains, specks, motes into monuments. Motes into myths. Motes into melodies.

Gronk at 06:52, 9 April 2023

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	I strode out of the womb and into the desert, my first steps sinking into the dunes. A mountain rose in the south, snow-capped peak far above. Voices of the sands spoke to me. “Sing,” they said. I sang.		I strode out of the womb and into the desert, my first steps sinking into the dunes. A mountain rose in the south, snow-capped peak far above. Voices of the sands spoke to me. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

	Childhood, then adolescence. I learned life on the dunes. Hundreds of miles, then thousands. The mountain watched as I matured. ~~Voices~~ came from deep in the shifting sands. “Sing,” they said. I sang.		Childhood, then adolescence. I learned life on the dunes. Hundreds of miles, then thousands. The mountain watched as I matured. Words came from deep in the shifting sands. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

	Adulthood. The mountain fell to pieces, observed by none but I. Its fragments collapsed into the desert. Fragments into boulders, boulders into rocks, rocks into sand. Mountains into dunes. I left the camps and the packs, the oases and their shade, and set out into the expanse. The dunes spoke as the mountain, and the mountain spoke as the dunes. Desert voices forming desert words. “Sing,” they said. I sang.		Adulthood. The mountain fell to pieces, observed by none but I. Its fragments collapsed into the desert. Fragments into boulders, boulders into rocks, rocks into sand. Mountains into dunes. I left the camps and the packs, the oases and their shade, and set out into the expanse. The dunes spoke as the mountain, and the mountain spoke as the dunes. Desert voices forming desert words. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

Gronk at 03:37, 26 March 2023

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	{{Quote\|The shattered remains of a thousand mountains sing their dreams. The sun shouts its ambitions through the sky. Even the air itself whispers.		{{Quote\|The shattered remains of a thousand mountains sing their dreams. The sun shouts its ambitions through the sky. Even the air itself whispers.

	I ~~stepped~~ out of the womb and into the desert, my first steps sinking into the dunes. A mountain rose in the south, snow-capped peak far above. Voices of the sands spoke to me. “Sing,” they said. I sang.		I strode out of the womb and into the desert, my first steps sinking into the dunes. A mountain rose in the south, snow-capped peak far above. Voices of the sands spoke to me. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

	Childhood, then adolescence. I learned life on the dunes. Hundreds of miles, then thousands. The mountain watched as I matured. Voices came from deep in the shifting sands. “Sing,” they said. I sang.		Childhood, then adolescence. I learned life on the dunes. Hundreds of miles, then thousands. The mountain watched as I matured. Voices came from deep in the shifting sands. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

Gronk at 03:21, 26 March 2023

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	{{Quote\|The shattered remains of a thousand mountains sing their dreams. The sun shouts its ambitions through the sky. Even the air itself whispers.		{{Quote\|The shattered remains of a thousand mountains sing their dreams. The sun shouts its ambitions through the sky. Even the air itself whispers.

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	{{Quote\|The shattered remains of a thousand mountains sing their dreams. The sun shouts its ambitions through the sky. Even the air itself whispers.		{{Quote\|The shattered remains of a thousand mountains sing their dreams. The sun shouts its ambitions through the sky. Even the air itself whispers.

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{{InSettingTextInfo|title=Sing|author=[[Aiemak of Trackless Paths]] [[Enna-Dagan]]|extra=Teachings of the [[Akwarai]] ascetic and mystic Aiemak of Trackless Paths}}

{{Quote|The shattered remains of a thousand mountains sing their dreams. The sun shouts its ambitions through the sky. Even the air itself whispers.

I stepped out of the womb and into the desert, my first steps sinking into the dunes. A mountain rose in the south, snow-capped peak far above. Voices of the sands spoke to me. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

Childhood, then adolescence. I learned life on the dunes. Hundreds of miles, then thousands. The mountain watched as I matured. Voices came from deep in the shifting sands. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

Adulthood. The mountain fell to pieces, observed by none but I. Its fragments collapsed into the desert. Fragments into boulders, boulders into rocks, rocks into sand. Mountains into dunes. I left the camps and the packs, the oases and their shade, and set out into the expanse. The dunes spoke as the mountain, and the mountain spoke as the dunes. Desert voices forming desert words. “Sing,” they said. I sang.

Grains, specks, motes into monuments. Motes into myths. Motes into melodies.

Sing your dreams into the vastness of the desert. The sands are an attentive audience.}}

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