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Such Indifferent Corruption...Lifeless, decayed.
Jutting spires of stained and corroded steel rising from the floor of constantly bubbling acid, towering above the Hunter like slowly dying sentinels. Always watching. Always mourning. And always dying.
In a state of constant dilapidation. If not for the regular repairs from the Space Pirates their impenetrable fortress of steel and stone would have collapsed long ago. And heaven knew Zebes was trying so very hard to make such a thing happen. It was always pushing, always pressing in with rocky hands and a guttural voice, desperate to rid itself of the unnatural Pirate cancer slowly killing it from the inside out. But in the end it was nothing more than a planet, a natural force. And it could do nothing against technology, no matter how hard it tried.
But the Hunter was so close, so near the revenge she had made her life's duty to dole out. The leader, the overlord, the brain. It was so frustratingly near. Buried so far down in this technological he
Such Dark Silence...Nothingness.
Cold. Black. Absolute.
Stretching to infinity back and as insufferably lonely as the ocean floor, a whispered thread of sorrow before slipping silently through the cracks. Everything was dead. Dead walls, dead floor, dead machinery. Littering the derelict vessel like steel and glass plants, thick pipes worming into the mechanical ground, looking for their electric fuel. But, nothing. Ever since the last organic creature had died countless aeons ago, the lifeforce had gone with it, leaving the ship as cold as the space through whence it came and its hull as battered and ancient as the deadly debris it had travelled through.
The Hunter was silent, not even the faintest of sighs escaped her pursed lips. She never did like it here. For even though the gloomy underwater ocean of Maridia was sad, the wrecked ship was sadder, and where the roaring voice of Norfair screamed in rage, the wrecked ship was infinitely angrier. The only place surpassing it in terms of emotion was Brins
Such Bitter Hatred...Anger.
A steady beat of rising anger.
It was almost as though the primal beat of Zebes' molten heart had fractured, had split, and was slowly but surely making its way up. Devouring all within its path and leaving nothing but fiery caves and volcanic vents; sulphur laden air and a wavering miasma of pure hatred.
Norfair was angry.
And the Hunter did not blame it. She had often wondered if a planet could have emotion. If a compacted ball of rock and mineral floating in its predetermined course around a central star in the dark reaches of space could develop a sort of sentience of its own. Norfair had never been this active, she knew. Not until the Chozo had left. Not until the Pirates had come. Not until the once peaceful twisting maze of alien architecture had been twisted into a technological hotbed of experimentation and abuse. Just as Maridia encompassed Zebes' sadness and Brinstar its abundance of life, still scrabbling for purchase; just as Crateria showcased its desolation and th
Such Thriving Harmony...Life.
Such a mass of pure life.
The Hunter was always surprised at the vast amount of life when she came down here, amazed at the swarming armies of plantlife and native fauna teeming just underneath Zebes' cracked and scarred surface. She was always inclined to believe, upon planetfall, that the Space Pirates had killed everything off with their relentless technology. And why would anyone ever think otherwise? Crateria was barren and dead, constantly awash with that steady drizzle of acid rain. It was all anyone ever saw on first glance. No one would believe that just under the surface teemed so much vigour, so much energy.
Sometimes the Hunter mused that the Chozo had taken the spark of life with them when they had left. They were always so close to that mystical life force that there was a good chance it was true. But then, on boarding that solemn elevator ride down to the underground forests of Brinstar, she realized that it was not true. The life had just crawled down further, awa
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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