Heavensward [3.0]: Post may contain potential spoilers.
Mutagenesis
Outside of that odd tree. This seems to be the most organic thing that exists on these floating piles of rock. Although, I don’t really know on how to interepet it other than some kind of heart or brooding grounds of sort.
Memory
One can lose many things but themselves. What defines a person is not by their actions, but by their memories. Fighting in the trenches of war. Every second of your life came come to an abrupt end. Like this one private who is currently getting blasted into smittherens by an artillery shell. Each soldier trudges onwards. Most stand there expecting a signal to appear for another charge. Others just hope that it will all be over. Lastly, there are a few men that seem to revel in this sort of conflict. They will even go so far to take advantage of their allies suffering inorder to be satisfied. With each every breath made by these men oozes fear around them.
End
I have no idea on what I’m doing today. My mind isn’t really all that focused. While I want to continue to type, but its fairly clear that I have no idea on where to go with this one. While I have a large reservoir of ideas. It doesn’t mean I’m able to utilize them all with no struggle. Today in general isn’t really my day. As such I’ve going to cut it short and hopefully tomorrow will bring better fortunes for myself. I hope you all have a good day/night.