12-12-2006, 02:19 PM
Dalin walked towards the open span of the clockhouse doors, digivice clutched in one hand. He saw many things alien to him during his journey. Creatures varying in size, like the Tyranid, swelled in massive clusters they called villages. Flowers dripping with color grew like creeping moss, covering entire fields, more worse than any weed. But the most disturbing event was it.
He didn't know, but he knew, knew the angle-whisper hair from a brief relapse in his programming, knew its color of gold to blonde like guilded chameleons, however forgot the entire picture. He sense it was close, closer than the hundred years of searching before.
"This place holds answers only one being can question. Perhaps the message was in my favor after all."
Dalin approached Arukennimon. "I have arrived. Where is this 'meeting'?"
He didn't know, but he knew, knew the angle-whisper hair from a brief relapse in his programming, knew its color of gold to blonde like guilded chameleons, however forgot the entire picture. He sense it was close, closer than the hundred years of searching before.
"This place holds answers only one being can question. Perhaps the message was in my favor after all."
Dalin approached Arukennimon. "I have arrived. Where is this 'meeting'?"