Therein the truth of the world (p)

The earth was unusual. It shook unlike the still grounds of the earth country, and shifted without his consent and force of weight unlike the sandy desert around hoshi. It was very much alive in a sense. Or perhaps it was merely in a consistent rythm of motion orchestrated by an force undetected, or bgeyond detection.

To zaled this was all unusual as while earth he was most home with. This alone was unsettling. Seas of fire spanning from the mouths of mountains. All while gasping profuses amounts of ash, gasses that if he wagered would kill him on consumption of air, and well mouthful. And the heat which even for miles out scaled even the most seasoned fire user. An orchestra of both chaos to the mortal and animal alike, but order to the world. As he assumed just the true nature of the world at work.

facinating, and yet terrifying. We can just sit here molding chakra while the world mold itself anew. Slow, but already so far ahead even if we all tried as one we may as well try to use an single ant as a ladder to climb the heavens. The world at work. The rock dancing on the red sea of fire as liquid. Like blood, but blood of the world. Proud to show because a mortal cannot taste it.

Zaled thought as he gazed lost a bit. He never suspected as much. It was all but inhabitable. But an. Human like a roach may find a way

After a bit of wandering zaled stopped as he glanced over the landscape. The seas were bloodred of fire and the banks were brimstone slowly melting into the reddish molten pot of the shifting earth.

As such he felt the tremmors of the earth and remembered it. It shuddered as if stabbed, like the gasping of life after a knife merely entered the body. Yet the world did this. With it came the heat. And the blood of the earth.  His eyes quietly watched the marvel of a far off volcano errupting. The explosive force sent shockwaves across the see of molten rock.

and so this is how the world works. The shifting world we take for granted. Only that while we bleed. We are only just a reflection of what we live on. Quiet the mirror from the small to the mighty, and mighty to the small. Only we are truly on borrowed time.  As in that sea no fish may swim, and man will burn.

Zaled thought as he made his way carefuly over the onix ground of cooled rock. The ground several hundred feet to his left simmered still and it was clear. The scab of the world like a man was young and still hardening. It only caused him to appreciate the tireless work the world did in progress. The ever shifting and changing world.

we only grow by the inventions that we create. A new thought process. A new philosophy. A new way to cook some meat. All a biproduct of what the world allows. Yet i guess it is because we humans are simple. We only say an invention made in hours or years is revolutionary. While the world built the mountains we have to this day still struggle with. Perhaps its an means of finding meaning to the frail?

He thought as he gazed over to the fresh blackened rocks and considered the thought. But where it was he knew too well it was only like a child asking a tree why it grows.

it is all merely perspective i suppose. I cannot go over to the volcano's here and aski it why it rages. Because it is just part of the process of the world recreating ots own image. Unlike a human it has all the time to do so...

Still his eyes wandered to a large mountain obscured by smoke and brimming as to this day. No lava poured from it. But it was clear that this was the grandfather. The one that caused the many familys by legend hundred of years  ago that  drove both shinovi, beast, and merchant to an hour of reckoning.

yet you still stand, but only sleep to this day... maybe to me it is generations, but to you this is merely a power nap. But why is it that way? Perhaps time in itself is beyond the size, but the sheer scale of longitivity in design and purpose.

Zaled mused momentarially as he shighed. The air was smokey, and hot. Hotter than his desert, perhaps because this heat was closer to the orgin of the world. But it also reminded him how small he really was to the world. Where the insect to the man. Zaled was to the world.

A small whistle escaped zaleds lips as he took the grain of self humorous wisdom and walked off  the bit of the world only few belived was, but man made. Yet he respected nature more then most humans for it was the very slab they live and grew plants from. Offered food for survivsl,abmnd was the bowl carved only by water. It would outlast the mortal man as well as their creation. Hence if the least he could do. Was to simply embrace the moment as best he could. Well to what he could. The first step?

Simply get an solid read on the ways of the natives in this land. The volcanic flats  vznishing behind zaled as he headed towards the ruins of the village behind him. He had an decent scope of the land now. Taking the time to grab several dark stones from the land.

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