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The boy was standing beside her, searching for a cover from the windy desert.

They were alone in the ruins of a deserted temple and the resulting silence was only interrupted by the sobs of the girl.

Her white dress soaked with tears, she stared at the boy and shouted :

“ You’re lying ! “

They heard the echoes of her voice, then nothing.

She resumed with a heavy voice :

One day… One day you will leave me, just like my friends… Even if you don’t, death will claim you from my hands, just like my parents ! “

The boy looked at her with his young and fiery eyes. He didn’t know what the future would hold for them, but one thing was sure : He would not leave her side.

As he stepped forward and stood in the wind, he finally gave his answer.

“ You won’t have to worry about losing me, for i I will live as long as it pleases me… Even further, i will make sure i won’t ever leave the ones i care about. “

The boy then curled his fingers into a fist.

“ I will be by your side, until the very end.”

Hearing the warm words of her dear friend, the little girl stopped crying.
She looked at him and hesitantly smiled.

“ Really ? Is it a promise ?”

 “ Yes Anais, it is…”

Time had passed since the hidden temple.
The young boy full of confidence was now a shattered man.

The little girl was no more,
Lost and taken away by the ruthless time.

Their children were no more, consumed like the rest of his loved ones.

In fact, the whole humanity had disappeared from the surface of this derelict planet.

Yet, the battered man was here sitting in tears between the rubbles of his civilisation.
Cursed by his own words, his immortal heart had to bear this terrible burden.

The gods had surely a twisted sense of humor.
The last human alive couldn’t die even if he wanted to…

Suddenly, as he was standing again in the wind like many, many years before, he remembered the scene of the temple.

Anais was crying and was imploring him to stay by her side.

The man gazed at the gray sky and smiled for the first time since the great cataclysm.

At least,
He had kept his promise, until the very end..

Toutefois, Une maigre partie de l ’humanité essaya de s’installer sur une autre planète habitable avec un maigre succès.

La nouvelle Terre était petite et possédait une faune et flore préhistorique. Cet astre semblait comme un bon endroit d’acceuil pour des refugiés venus d’un autre monde.

Mais l’homme, dans son erreur perpetuelle détruisait à nouveau le seul refuge qui lui avait été proposé.

Bientôt le sanctuaire était devenu comme la Terre, exploité et déprivé de vie.
C’est alors que commence mon histoire, au moment où je suis seul dans les rues en train de chercher les navettes pour quitter la surface du sol.

Le ciel vert est bloqué par un brouillard lourd et épais. J’essaye de me diriger vers les navettes d’évacuation tant bien que mal. Le sol goudroné est craquelé tandis que la végetation et la faune géante des alentours meurt lentement.

J’entends les cris de souffrances des créatures ressemblant à des dinosaures et j’essaye de couvrir mon visage pour empecher de subir le même sort. Le poison m’affecte beaucoup plus lentement, mais chaque moment où je m’attarde me met en danger.

Alors que je cours dans les rues. J’aperçois un enfant qui se dirige loin du point de sauvetage. Je décide de le sauver et essaye de le poursuivre mais il tourne dans une nouvelle rue à chaque fois que je semble le rattrapper.

Je débouche finalement sur un édifice en pierre dallé avec une multitude de symboles gravés sur le sol.

Cet endroit était déjà présent lorsque nous avions débarqué pour la première fois.
Je remarque que la structure est en fait un temple et que le sol est couvert de runes.

L’enfant se penche sur les dalles et commence à leur parler en chuchotant.

Les runes brillent d’un coup de plusieurs couleurs.  Certaines luisent d’une couleur bleuâtre tandis que d’autres brillent d’une couleur rouge sang.
Enfin, un petit nombre d’entre elles scintillent d’un mélange des deux couleurs à la fois.

L’enfant m’addresse la parole d’une voie soudain fièvreuse :

- Je recherche… Je recherche l’Ogham Infinitum.
J’entend son appel depuis que le ciel est vert, je dois… je dois la trouver.

Il marque une pause puis reprend :
 La rune est interdite mais je ne peux pas la laisser içi.

Je lui répond alors d’un ton grave :
- L’ogham confère des pouvoirs énorme, mais elle est interdite car elle rend fou et te contrôle après.

Soudain, la pierre qu’il tient dans sa main me répond d‘une voie lugubre :
“  - Laisse le choisir, ce sacrifice m’appartient ”

L’enfant est maintenant sous la possession de l’objet ancestral. Ses yeux deviennent rouges et brillent d’une lueure malsaine.

Il me demande d’une voie gutturale : “ –  Ne voudrais-tu pas te joindre à moi ? “

Je recule rapidement et ramasse plusieurs runes bleu au passage afin de pouvoir contrer l’Ogham.

Voyant celà, l’enfant possedé éxprime une moue de dédain :
- tu seras bientôt sous leur emprise.

-  inutile de s’inquieter, celles que j’ai ramassé ne possèdent pas d’effets néfastes.

La créature regarde mes mains et remarque qu’aucune des runes ne brillent avec une couleur rouge.

Ses yeux paraissent déçus, mais le sourire lui revient lorsque je commence à tousser à cause de l’air :

- Soit ! qu’il en soit ainsi, retourne parmis les tiens mortels, car il ne te reste plus beaucoup de temps.

Le sol tremble d’un coup et j’entends le grondement d’une multitude de réacteurs s’allumer.

Je sors en trombe avec les runes attachées maintenant à mon corps et essaye d’atteindre la navette avant qu’il ne soit trop tard.

Alros que les fissures sont maintenant plus nombreuses qu’avant, tous les animaux sont morts et le silence règne dans les rues maintenant desertes.

Seul le grondement des moteurs me guide vers l’endroit où je dois aller.

J’aperçois finalement la grande porte de la navette et fait signe aux gardes de me laisser enter avant qu’il n’enlèvent la rampe d’embarquement.

Les hommes me perçoivent enfin et baissent la rampe d’embarcation pour que je puisse rentrer.

Je remarque alors qu’une lueure bleuâtre enveloppant un des réacteurs géant s’estompe au moment où j’atteind la rampe.

Je franchis finalement le seuil de la navette et un des hommes se tourne pour me parler:

“ –  Vous avez de la chance, nous venions d’avoir une panne temporaire qui nous empechait de décoller. Un peu plus tard et vous étiez perdu.”

Alors que la nacelle décolle finalement, je quitte cet endroit desolé en remerciant les runes qui m’ont sauvé pour la seconde fois.

…………………………… Altered Dreamscapes …………………………

You will at first still see its past light for a while because of the delay between you and her;
But soon darkness shall shroud your surroundings by the moment you realize that the celestial body you cared so much about has collapsed.

That is all i have to say about today.

” Not Pictured above : pictured elemental bananas “

The artist and a random bystander staring at the drawing suddenly start to talk.
- Does that mean that non-pictured elemental bananas are pictured here ?

- Indeed !

The bystander is surprised :
- What do you mean ?

- Well, if you look closely at the shapes, you can distinguish that the lines seem to illustrate an elemental banana, but be it  made of earth, air, fire or water, the element here is not relevant compared to the object itself.

Now, the lines also cannot explicitely carry the meaning of a banana, because then the banana itself would be pictured, hence ruining the first and foremost statement that only non-pictured bananas are represented on this drawing.

The bystander seems pleased with the answer.
- My dear sir, i couldn’t agree more !

Then they both laugh and walk into two separate ways.

The fuck did i dream of yesterday ? 

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Ilyia suyla mücadele ederken kıyıda olan John ve Ethan bu sahneye korku içinde tanık oluyorlardı.

John onu kurtarabilmek için kendini  kızgın sulara atmayı denerken, Ethan kıskaçları ile arkadaşının bacağını sıkıca tuttu.

Ilyia ise sular ile savaşsa da son bir kere daha görünüp, birden yüzeyden kayboldu.

Çöken ağır bir sessizlik.

John çocukluğundan beri aşık olduğu ve onun yanında olan arkadaşını göz açıp kapayıncaya kadar kaybetmişti.
Boğulmadan önceki korku ve üzüntü ifadelerini ise asla unutamayacaktı.

John konuşmaya başladı :
- O kadar yakınımdaydı ki… Söyle bana, neden bunu yaptın ?

- Seni tutmasaydım, şu an sen de onun ile beraber sular tarafından ele geçirilirdin.

John yaşça ileri olan arkadaşına dönüp öfke içinde bağırdı :
- Yalan söylüyorsun ! Daha önce de dev kızgın nehirleri aştık, üstelik hiçbirimizi kaybetmeden ! Neden bunu yaptın ? Onu kurtarabilirdim !

Ethan üzgün ama ciddi bir ses ile yavaşça cevap verdi :

- …John, onu kurtaramayacağını biliyordun… Suları ancak hep beraber aşabiliyoruz. Gücümüz sayımızdan ve işbirliğimizden geliyor; birbirimizin desteği olmadan bizler bu dünyada savunmasızız.

Ethan haklıydı ve John sinirden titrese de bunu görebiliyordu.
Küçüklüğünden beri adaletsizlik ile karşılaşsa da bir şekilde her şeyin düzeleceğini düşünür, başını hep dik tutardı.

Taa ki bu güne kadar.

John kızgın ve dengesiz olan dev nehire bir kere daha bakınca artık Ilyia’nın asla dönmeyeceğini  anladı.

Kalbindekini  o gün gözleri önünde kaybetmişti.
Yere çöküp ağlamaya başladı.

Karınca olmak hiç bu kadar zor olmamıştı…

2012′inci ulusal baş ağrısından kurtulma gününe merhaba.
Gelişin hüzün ve dengesizlikler getirse de hoş geldin yeni yıl.

Bir de aslında “2012″ sayısı yerine, ne zaman yeni yıllar kutlanmaya başlandı ise o kadar sene sayısını koymak istedim,   ama daha doğru olan o “X” i hem bulmak için üşendim, hem insanların anlayamamasından korktum.

“Anlayamama” dedim çünkü burada bir düşünce kapasitesi eksikliği veya merak etme isteksizliği olduğunu düşünüyorum
Buna ben de dahilim.

Olmasaydım ilk başta o X sayısını bulur bir de onu yüzünüze çarpardım.

Böyle de patavatsızım.
Yeni yılınız kutlu olsun.

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PS : (edit 03.01.2012)

Sinirlendiyseniz  bu videoyu izleyip beni bunları yaparken ve bağırırken hayal edebilirsiniz :

Sonrasında günüm daha iyi geçti.

I don’t heed them, but the whispers doesn’t disappear.

What is going on?
Didn’t i make clear that i wanted to be left alone ?.

I try to go deeper in my trance,
Forgetting about the murmurs.

Wake up.
A single voice is now begging me to return to reality.

i’m trying to fall asleep again.
I do not wish to get up, nor do i want to see humans.

A brief silence, the calm before the storm.
And suddenly, there they are.

Wake up!!
The voices are singing, pledging me to face the last night of this year.

I try to hold on,
To not leave my alternate reality.

Yet they don’t stop.

The sensation is now overwhelming.
Hundreds of them, some humming, some trying to get me out of this torpor.

That does it.

I bitterly succumb to their advice,
And try to reach consciousness under their guidance.

Invisible hands are supporting me now.
Sorrow can wait, time to put the mask of happyness.

My fellow humans won’t suspect a thing about this battle,
But this is probably for the best.

After a long fight with my inner voices,
I finally open one of my weary eyes.

I am now Awake…

Came accross a crying girl,
Spinning in an endless whirl.

She could not stop turning,
And her feet were now burning.

Little one had been cursed,
And would spin until saved.

Feeling herself like a whelp,
This proud girl asked for help.

So the boy went to the moon,
Scaling the night before noon.

Making the demands aloud,
And piercing a giant thundercloud.

Moon noticed his courage,
And granted him free passage.

The Moon would heed his blabber,
And would give him the answer.

For all the things were more bright,
Under the silver moonlight.

Two tears of the color sore,
And the black curse was no more.

The Crescent had saved her,
And did that in a clapper.

Oh little boy, little boy,
Descending the sky with joy.

Came accross the happy girl,
who was talking in a skirl.

The spinning was now over,
And nothing could be greater.

For the girl was now eager,
To walk the road together.

So they left this empty place,
Walking this stone path with grace.

Hesitantly Holding hands,
Traveling the distant lands.

Under the guidance of the Moon…

Two iron gates blocking the path.
An old guardian in front of them.

And there he was, the curious boy who wanted to cross this passage.

- Open the gates !
Shouted the boy.

- I refuse !
riposted the old man.

- Open the gates !
Shouted the boy.

- I won’t resign !
Warned the old man.

- I want to cross them, i want to move forward !
The eyes of the boy were shining.

The old man noticed the spark, and replied with a grim face.
- This is an ill fate, you might regret your choice.

- This path is mine to walk… This decision, is mine to take.
There he was, speaking with the assurance given by youth.

Silence slowly fell like the first snowfall of a cold winter.

He wouldn’t listen to reason,
This boy.. had to learn by himself.

Time passed but the young one didn’t budge.

As the sun slowly sank into the haze, the night breeze rose.

The guardian gazed at the twilight and finally murmured  :
- So be it…

A gesture of the hand, and the iron gates gradually opened themselves with a huge creaking sound.

After all these years, the narrow path was once again cleared…