Qara

 

Watch that one, the sly, the cruel, the creature - the Wolf.

  This is vicious land. Green land, black land.
High mountains cover passes and highlands which harbor Beasts. Bodies starve and twist during the winter, and huddle into dehydrated shells during summer. Nothing survives here, unless it thrives. There is no such thing as weak, as much as there is one eaten... One may hunt, or become food. And all know the following:
there is one thing worse than being in want of sustenance. Being sustenance.   It is the nature of this land, black and green under the mountains, and the sun and the rings which rain yet upon the land ice and rock. At times the land orbits by meteors, which in turn shower upon the impure. Look up and remember: that ring is the spear below which you spend your nights. You eke out an existance one year, and come to conquer the next in a wave of savage blood and slaughter, per being favored by the skies. Rain and sun one summer; the next blows sand onto your fingers.
One may fight the land, irrigate and divert entire rivers and bring the Black soil upon places formerly forlorn, but at what cost?
  In the end the seas shall claim us all. Upon the mountainous waves breaking further and further inland, and drowning the hills themselves, then man may know peace. One may brave the sea, and risk further hell past death, for below the waves sleep the passed souls of all to have come before, and rise as souls awakened to rise their being proudly toward the sky... Per some myths, other religions and philosophies. The land will claim you. Time and gravity are masters to each, and us all a slave to the vicissitude of which. Bow your head before the land, and live by it. Do not tempt the seas, the skies or natural law. A machine more complex than a carriage will merely smite upon the mountains' side...
Others ignore the warning - they wage and trade upon the waves, others remain locked in their small principalities and watch with hunger, and perhaps bow down in resignation as the Sea claims another ship yet again, crushed to the rocks by a thunder of white foam.
    And the black land remains, the green land unconquered and unbowed upon the ending of all earth; with what spear one would skewer the sun, smother the stars and bring the land to heel.
All know to look below and above, and many ask themselves a careful, blasphemous question of Orthodox heterodoxy. Mastery of all land, you say - madman!
Yes; asks one learned in matters science and physics; why not use the same rules which otherwise crush us? Why serve and bow down and speak 'God' when the limits of man are unset, and unknown. And some travel the world and see the grand buildings of man in stone and thought, then ponder aloud the question of these new eras, unpopular and obsessed over by opponent each:
Which shall fall first? The City or the Sea?