DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Quiet endeavors suited him just fine, and they wouldn’t need the notions of conversation to carry through the thoughts of the past few moments and hours. Gridlines were made and divisions set, large and wide enough to accomplish the task. Simplistic, but what was required for moving forward. They could adjust and accommodate as necessary, or build up from there.
Still thankful and grateful for their contributions, even in the silence, they mustered onward. Content with those motions, for the instant, he surveyed the grounds, unfurling another breath. “All right, we can move these,” indicating the portions of furniture, wooden planks, and shelving. “They can serve as barriers for rooms and storage space for anyone that needs to come in.”
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Move some shelving/furniture/wooden planks around for storage and barriers!
No post order!
Still thankful and grateful for their contributions, even in the silence, they mustered onward. Content with those motions, for the instant, he surveyed the grounds, unfurling another breath. “All right, we can move these,” indicating the portions of furniture, wooden planks, and shelving. “They can serve as barriers for rooms and storage space for anyone that needs to come in.”
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Move some shelving/furniture/wooden planks around for storage and barriers!
No post order!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
