Darkness captured all light that mattered and stored it into each particle of sand. Motion within the light was matched in a velocity of a new time domain. Thus the umbra of life was captured and could not escape. Life is at its peak, but not visible in this cascade of sharing. Nature furrows out of the spectacular looking plateaus.
Envision a life style that survived a chiliad time frame and holds its own identity, where different apobiotic preeminent species are common within our universe. Adaptation of these antipodes can be a permanent parabiosis.
After generations of heliophic existence we are drawn into an anabiosis. This intellectual allolalia became a version of what is considered an anachronism.
Being drawn deeper into these primordial-looking novantique setting, which was more like an immersion, where sunlight becomes a false vision, or an optical illusion, yet the fragrances of creosote and volcanic residues are a part of this inner core of air and life on earth.
Absolute silence can be felt in our land of Ultima. Yet you become transfixed into what is common. Few can traduce into this land of living, because it is celebrated with high praise of asseveration. A giant vibrant red brilliant sunset has taken over a desert by reaching deep inside where life does not exist. Dark hues of red rings circle the land and can barely be seen for great distances. The fireball settles down into a pencil thin formation creating a spectral clash in the process.
An aura of back scattering leaves an imprint on the sand landscape. You can almost feel this mercurial illusion forming a surface turbulence, which has significantly intensified creating synchronized particles within the expended electromagnetic energy.
The sand became birefringent and with this process all forms of light were separated from its source. Darkness subdued this expense of red radiation by trapping electronic energy deep within the vast land of sand. Once the past forms of light were removed from that earlier surface impingement propagation began by emitting those ancient molecular motion.
A new coherence of time was being developed by the decreasing night and it formed crystals, which became time-dominate. A slight breeze could be felt, but it did little in agitation this dynamic dispersion.
Sounds come from coyotes in the background, but they did little to break the spell of what the desert had stored. Snakes and gila monsters covered the grains of sand, but again nothing would allow them to recognize that hypothetical cosmic phenomenon. Darkness captured all light that mattered and stored it into each particle of sand. Motion within the light was matched in a velocity of a new time domain. Thus the umbra of life was captured and could not escape.
Illumination as we know is turbulent and time dependent, because we never see objects moving or being propagating through the atmosphere. Restrictions become clear with each moving object that is not defined as motion in our present visible world. Enhancements of these aberrations are true functions of images that can never become clear, but remain visible to a select few. This group has a life cycle that is macrobiote and thus fosters interbreeding so it can attain nourishment from within.
A true living heliophobic is bound into this encrusted wasteland called home. Even uncontrolled they are present with small modifications of the body and become the true testimony of endured harshness. This new standard of living was in place with one common factor, a new identity.
What distinguished this form of life was a basic characteristic of identification, separated by two identical forms and both coexist on the planet earth, basically in the most arid regions, because life was limited. The landscape keeps changing due to those ever increasing turbulent winds and few ordinary people could survive that enervating heat, but some have mastered this domain.
A tessellated pavement runs between the shadows of two worlds and it encompassed multicolored rock formations that once included our ancestral homes. Ask yourself, “How many different colors of brown are there in the world?” Hundreds are the answer and all are visible within this one localized region we like to call our majestic wasteland from the past.
Volcanic action once transcended life, but deep within all this action, we are. We all carry this type of desert legacy within the stomping pretense of our soul. Light and darkness is immortal leaving you with this thought. “Which form have you chosen, or more important can you accept what you have become?”
The estuaries of earth’s interior are but a primitive envelope of what life has to offer. In time you begin to articulate what is authentic for you. This uninhabited earth locks you in by the pure emptiness of its domain. Decay of the past lives on in the future. All those who wander onto its dormant lands will be challenged.
No visible differences can be seen with miles of furrow like mounds being sprawled throughout. Moving in any direction gives you nothing new it is just like any other environment, but your will to exist, makes all the difference in the world. This has been home for many generations of life that could not be, but we do exist. You begin to wonder, “What is real?”
Gazing out into the darkness you watch the mounds grow with new oncoming forces, until there is no difference to what was once life, because all that could ever be is and what was once will never be again. Slowly we become a part of the time-domain longitudinal offset that has stray light aberrations affecting our once latent Ring of Fire. With millions of years coming down to this illusion of what we know to be real, we begin surfacing in the canyon of our minds.
Life as a spectrum exists like it would normally be accepted, but you wonder, “How can those effects of the past play any importance? With the heat of the day, little if any movement is apparent. Night brings a coolness that can only settle the harshness of the day. Darkness covers what was never exposed to sunlight, but life continues.”
While the earth’s movement causes another volcanism of molten material to be extracted, and with it strong violent winds continue. Bright ribbons of lightning crisscrossed throughout and it was more like a magic wan of faith directing tremendous downward pressure, causing the expulsion of the earth’s crust to flare upward. While the desert sand continued its endless churning, dark depressions became visible with giant casts of purple and gold hues visibly running through the massive out pouring flames.
These rapidly moving forces continue to dominate its rule with increased decaying action. Within seconds, nature’s renewal occurred, causing the chroma to be satisfied and calmness returned. The state of life on earth returned with added forms of dry electromagnetic radiation. Friction near the surface continued to stir the influx of energy and with it curious particles covered the vast territory of this remote and isolated region.
Moving beyond what can be considered a false vision or an optical illusion, you spot a few worldly inhabits that might look like distant stars. While the storm progresses with great heat intensity, it creates a burning light that reached deep into the universe. You envision a vista that is native and effulgent during the sharpness of what could be the sun.
An absolute silence is cast on the earth’s crust, while the wilderness is spread out making the surrounding panorama timeless. Without warning that uninhabited land is spread out with craggy surfaces that appear breached from those early Precambrian land forms and even include the most recent Verde land formations.
As you view deeper into the darkness, you are drawn into that vast blistering icy winds erupting through what is austerely beautiful. Now that hot but silent landscape becomes a mute testimony, blending between the mountain ranges and the hog back escarpments known as the pinnacles of erosion. These breaches of sediments are the foundations of what weathering decay has formed.
In this semiarid environment no cover of vegetation can be seen. But on a mesa of flat deposition an igneous magma survived. Here a small amount of incidental light has characterized our indistinct vision. Life is at its peak, but not visible in this cascade of sharing. Nature furrows out of the spectacular looking plateaus. Lifeless are the barren sands that have extended through millions of years and that conglomerate of erosion have given us what we call home.
Surface rocks which unconformity sits through their immersion of what has survived as a fruitless quest of harshness. It is a true living testimony that encompasses our region of absolute silence. Within this frozen desert of the pure white escarpment, dome-shaped craggy surfaces spread into thousands of square miles.
Injected into this vast region the earth’s crust has allowed breaches, which formed what can be considered our past. These outcropping are topographic in nature and are considered peaceful in their ancient rust shields. A gentle wind maintains this arid abyss, which is a pure manifestation of life past. Passers by stop long enough to enjoy the beauty of this massive area, which offers ancient river basins that left sedimentary lines through its history.
Few inhabitants can be recognized in this absolute silence, but yet it offers that pure wasteland of a few ironwood trees and a small variety of cacti daubed with mesquite. Wild flowers add a palette to the multicolored landscape of shifting grit and those loose cinders mesh with the fine particles that are continuously moving, thus breaking the absolute silence of that awesome harsh arid desert.
Without warning the glow of the burning sun rises in the backdrop of our flat land, it offers a vision of dark glowing embers that appear cool on the hot white sand, but from the center of this yellow glow outward, the blue has made its presence. Weaving slightly are the forms that darkness kept hidden and at the same time glowing with a burning but cool feeling, as the morning becomes alive.
Darkness has been replaced with a growing power of man’s own destiny. This ball of fire reminds all of that lasting recitation of time. Mesquite rolls freely through the open arid terrain. Slowly the encrusted wasteland is impacted while this barren land accepts all those who wander into the lonely travels of life.
Reads more like, "The Living Desert," and like the soundtrack of that long-ago documentary. There were many words that I didn't look up and don't know. I guess that was the Science Fiction part.
The Starlords is a science fiction/fantasy story about ancient Starlords (old gods) or ancient aliens who along with their scions rule parts of the galaxy.
Envision a life style that survived a chiliad time frame and holds its own identity, where different apobiotic preeminent species are common within our universe. Adaptation of these antipodes can be a permanent parabiosis.
