May it come many centuries from now, opposing new generations, like a tidal wave on a shallow shore.
Adversity.
May it lay steady in the dark 'til the beacon of Babylon has faded by the overpowering life that will withstand its nature. Waiting in silence, for his merry festival to awaken him.
'Adversity, sweet prince...' whispered Enae delicately
Tears that once comforted the soul of man, shall quiver in the glint of the childrens’ eyes. For thy shall come to restore what had been so unfairly famined and ravished.
'Adversity, my princess, shall come' retorted Hector
Life shall find it's balance, once the god struck Tree of Life, withers, only to be noticed. Only for us to care.
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