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Post by roxxy on Nov 27, 2009 13:41:44 GMT -5
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
A clock is ticking on a chest. The chest is hidden in a tower. A tower hidden in the dark, the dark hidden in the light. The memory fading, everything is lost. But then, a light! A light! It shines through, a song of peace preaches to the land, but it is lost. The song falls to the bottom of the darkness with its echoes fading. The land is drenched in darkness, like a deep mist, the mist thickening with every tick. Soon, the clock will chime, and the world will stop.
The ticking clock, the echoes fading, they're all warnings. No one knows the warning, all but the wicked. The wicked dance with the darkness making deals by the light of their deaths. Path's open by the darkness, path's close by the ticking clocks. Everything’s jumbling into its’ own mad tumble up the tower towards the hidden chest. Thus, the hidden clock.  <a href="http://echoesfading.proboards.com/index.cgi" target="_blank"><img src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z72/tashaka37/mini.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> |
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