Profound Thoughts

Enslaved by a primordial god, once a keeper of the sacred stone she fell into disgrace and turned to evil. Her heart and soul corrupted by the charms and snares of Bakkun, she was banished into oblivion.  Instrumental in the short-lived demise of the enchanted land, she must now gather enough pain and despair as she entices the weak-willed with her malice and deceit to bring them into Bakkun's fold empowering darkness, sowing fear and trepidation with one goal in mind, the release and reawakening of Bakkun.... Due to the inherent vulnerability brought about by the rampage of the Uracan, creeping shadows inflict vileness to feeble spirits looking for hegemony in the light of their current predicament. The balance between good and evil has been compromised and she something on her mind... the sacred stone of Kalayu...

by  Andra Day You're broken down and tired Of living life on a merry-go-round And you can't find the fighter But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out And move mountains We gonna walk it out And move mountains And I'll rise up I'll rise like the day I'll rise up I'll rise unafraid I'll rise up And I'll do it a thousand times again And I'll rise up High like the waves I'll rise up In spite of the ache I'll rise up And I'll do it a thousand times again For you  When the silence isn't quiet And it feels like it's getting hard to breathe And I know you feel like dying But I promise we'll take the world to its feet And move mountains Bring it to its feet And move mountains And I'll rise up I'll rise like the day I'll rise up I'll rise unafraid I'll rise up And I'll do it a thousand times again For you  All we need, all we ...

Thoughts of the lady in red did not escape me. She would always appear in my dreams as of late. She would just stand on the same vista unmoving.  Keeping the same facade, she would turn to face me and converse with me. But, I could not hear any word she would say. It was on one of those episodes of lucid dreaming when I was able to travel into one of those dimensions in this sentient multiverse we inhabit. I found myself following a lone flickering firefly. Who would have thought that chasing after something insignificant would bring along with it a much needed release from the baggage I continuously accumulate with each passing moment of my life as dreams are supposed to be windows of our hidden desires.  On that still night when no blade of leaf got stirred, that lone firefly met with one of his kind compounding the light they give off. The further I walked, the more fireflies congregated. The light they beamed became brighter and brighter. Before I realized, ...

I closed my eyes for a moment as I gathered strength from within. When I opened my eyes, dripping perspiration cloud my view. A silhouette of a woman clad in red is standing on top of a sand dune. With bowed head, her unkept hair riding a wave of a passing zypher.. a striking impression of an apparition at a dry spell of my life. I called out for her name. With the setting sun as her background, she just stood there motionless and silent. I called out to her again, but she dare not bother to reply.  I was a bit disheartened with her indifference. Mustering enough courage, I walked towards her. To my consternation, I could see her walk further away from me. The faster my strides, I see her slip further away. The moment I started to run, she was no longer in sight. The sun by then was about to set into the nether edges of the horizon. Whoever she might be, she left herself in me a memory in my heart. 

There comes a period in one's life when one willingly allows himself to be subjected to the harsh elements. Be it an underlying need or the penchant of an accompanying adrenaline rush, he finds himself beyond the confines of his comfort zone. And when he does linger, the moment he wishes to return to the way things were... he is faced with a decision that comes with it a heavier weight and a much heftier price.  It is during those moments of doubt he encounters a desert wind, dry and sultry about to leave him famished and parched. Life is never easy. In my journey, there had been a lot of times when I found myself walking aimlessly in the midst of the desert sands. Without a sense of direction, subjected to the scorching heat, fierce winds and pounding rain, I just continued walking. Amidst the hustles and bustles of everyday life, seeing the monotone landscape devoid of green and watery blues day after day  takes a toll on the psyche. I just had to go. Alon...

The rumblings of an angry spirit who has never seen the light of day since the beginning of time sent shockwaves to the island's surface. Imprisoned in the nether fiery reaches of the isle, its vestiges has been erased with the passing of time. Its despicable existence exemplified everything that is contrary to goodness, beauty and life.  Cast into its hellish confinements, the primordial gods ensured that it would remain there for the rest of eternity. But overtime, it has managed to thrive as it feeds on malice, hate and rancor. As darkness permeates, it grows in might and strength.  It is only a matter of time before his shackles will be undone..... As he awakes from his stupor, the ground shakes intermittently. What was once a mere gash on the earth became a deep chasm which is about to split the island of Sidlakan in two. Rising from the interstices, red-hot magma gushes out and along with it a poisonous mix of noxious gases escape killing anything in its p...

Something is stirring within the depths of the Fuyhn highlands... The earth began to shake. Minutes felt like an eternity to the distressed denizens of the cordilleras. Tree branches swayed arousing the aves and the chiropters from their stupor leading them to fly. The ground dwellers scramble out into the open. Ripples turned to small waves on a nearby passive stream. It is the first after a very long time since tremors jolted the isle of Sidlakan. From the cracks on the ground, water breaks free shooting jets in its wake.  There is a precursor of a series of events that are about to unravel and disturb the quasi sense of stability across the enchanted isle. Whatever it is that is causing the ground to shake must have been stirred by the seeds of darkness sown at the aftermath of the raging tempest. These intermittent rumblings would continue to persist changing the landscape  over time. As more and more cracks appear on the earth, this allowed ghastly mia...