There is a rhythm in words. That is why there is tone. And words have done, are doing, and will. They're the power behind the mind.
Giants like pillaring shadows, shadows who move swiftly, shadows who would rule the days to come, leave the world dark again, consume until there's none.
But I want to let you in on a tip: Even the smallest of progress is still progress, folks. And allow me to let you in on another: JUST writing alone, sometimes won't cut it. So... what do you do?
It was seen above, that which was falling from the heavens in a blanket wrapped in blue flames. A cluster of five, and it was so high up and so far away, it flew slowly on by.