PROLOGUE; RIDDLE OF INK AND SMOKE
The Prologue of Unfortunate; Part one
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PROLOGUE
Unfortunate, A message from the Chronicler
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I am Chronikos Garder Vita!
My breath is my gift, and my sight is a task.
In my blood is my position, as my name is a mirror of that.
“Of time, to protect life.”
Who am I but Chronikos Garder Vita!
I have come to speak of my universe and beyond!
From Seeds To gods, I will show you the realms!
Do not let me get a head for the truth is that I am a head of what is written. I question how to begin to express who it is that is me. This is a trial alone to explain to one who I am in a method that would allow a being to comprehend me properly. To speak truth, I am only beginning to indeed exist. I question how to speak in a form that one might know about me and what I am trying to unravel. These tales I hone, my message! What a challenging thing it is to be channeling expressions, for my notion is as if it homes a soul of its own. By this, my imagination has quite the imagination, so if it is randomness that you feel? I will allude to the chaos that led me to this position! It is always ongoing with a steady download of information from birth to awakening, as I write this, I stand unshackled from the tie, but what is still? These pulls of time! I understand who it is that is me, so not even death bothers me; I will thrive! From time to time, I spiral in these downfalls of chaotic swirls, some form of cyclone disrupts my notion! A hint of this is the first you could bear as you listen to my sense in motion. As I express the ongoing vent, do not consider me delirious; I am only rare and magnificent! Who it is that is me, Chronikos the wandering poet, the one that is outside of this joke of clocks. I say the tick is for the fool, so follow me as I go on and do let go of thy perception of time. Leave it where it is and let another worry of how the tick is everlasting. I only wish they could see that formation of constant is for control, nothing more than a sacred energy binding. Walk with me beyond this fallacy of ticking, I welcome you to the beginning of Felagnolum, which is to Feel and Know the Light! I should express the figure that is me, Chronicler the drifter who is of Ink & Smoke. I confess to you that wherever I am, I exist beyond friends and foes as I am bound to hear and to see! Mind be of you, it is with jeer or terror that I must be witness to the kingdoms. This is the truth; this is an utter fact of my being! The wandering one is what I know of self, with the temple as a crown with trinkets on thy cranium of diamond. Be it my will of explanation to say that I am the king of my mind as a shield defending creative juice. I speak of the liquid of universes that I vowed I would protect and not consume! I hint of blackened blues, how could one consume, abuse, or misuse God's Blood. Question the sickness in the bellies of those who test the Creation of God. Now, mind that it is a foundation of belief, this notion I pride, that is to think of myself King. Not to my memory have I, Chronikos, held the gift of title to home a crown, but as I speak of what I am a head of, I say that it is what I have written to sound! In my imagination, I say Chronikos is crowned! Even if I am unrighteous, I am righteously bound! Alive in the brains as for my body, I am a temple of gifts born with, adorned, and worn! As I decree myself a voice of voices to come just after so many voices, have you not heard them speak? Figure is it a teacher, preacher, a subject that was able or even unable to reach you indeed, these fact instructors are sick, for what do any of us know? I am no mentor, but a fool with sense. Many have positioned me in their mind as what truth is that but opinion? Getting to the matters, I allude that when the mind is not listening to the Spiro message, the history of the cosmos reveals as it ignites. Knowledge is naturally infused in the blood, beginning to scream reminders of our history just as it enables the body at precious times. As the abuse, vampires and sorts, needing what is infused for personal uprise, magical uses or some form of sickened way of strengthening. Latching to this, one could notice how the mysteries of how and what wander in the depths of the brain, shackled to the core of thought, pulling to escape. A bliss or hell indeed, and so it is the chains of remembrance that I have come to help you cycle through, nothing of teaching but to allude to what is heard or encountered. As it is a path that leads you to a new home. You would enjoy a venture, is that not, right? Are you not a spirit inside that flesh-thing? Are you only dirt-blood, or are you made of wandering love! A thought of question on my quest of questions! Oh, I wonder if the traumatized would allow themselves to remember power, worth, and the magical bliss realm of thy origins. Stepping into remembrance is the hardest thing that one can do! I say it is a challenge to remember the love deep inside you as it is just as much a task. More to this existence than the flesh-barrier of happenings, I natter of the trapped existence underneath the flesh, beyond the blood and bone. Do not let me get ahead, for this is a happening, to become lost in the binds of my muse.
For walking out the wander of these thoughts had made me lost, released of this illusion that others walk in, but… I must say I still have a lot of experiences of that death. I am still here, and I tell you that these terrors never end. Yes, I dare say that understanding matters will only show you that all is endless. Do you follow my steps? Speaking of enemies that will return with a pleasant knock for you to ignore! I say the wicked is to return until one is to open the door, awaiting entry. This is true; mind not, any figure of any position as all beings tested and trialed in existence. I am with you, so do not think of me unhinged, for I wonder what we have done to chain ourselves to such forgetfulness! Think on, but I ask you to never mind too much because these thoughts can trap you. I say dwell in mind just enough to experience a thought but to seep in misunderstandings, to be dwelling, in intimacy with self? This will only add to the endless pulls and that is where you could be trapped. If one overlooked me, fine, but my words, I hope you will give each a thought. I am a like vessel of the strap split sandal home to heel that made bruise. I mean that I try to mirror what is good and that is an attempt to be like, the king of kings, no way am I even anywhere near this role that was in fact played and so, let us remember the one who is to return. Think on, I say that the justified kicking teeth of evil wilts and flipping tables of fools is the least of worry. Things in the kingdom will utterly shift for the bad I assume as the Rumor I came to tell is the beginning of new lawlessness. I told you I was only a fool of sense, meaning that I hold a sight that I speak on. Only thinking in depth of what debts we build in our lives; the unfortunate truths of actions made that effect everything we experience. This is the beginning of understanding the binding behind the freedoms of self will. I wish to show the depth of what a thought can do to a figures life and how it ripples, effecting all that is all.
In due process, I have come to serve a message and once revealed I shall Cedure. Meaning to go and then return, as you will walk in understanding of this word and others like it in time. You will discover the reality that I walk is a fracture of creation, how I must forever go on with little to no explanation, but this is all I am to do, the walking out of explanation. Question this you can but what would thinking of my positioning do for any subject but have them procrastinating from thy own path. I said, I have come to tell my tale and then vamoose but worry not that you will hear from me again. I will cedure into a future season when the moment is just, I will release a new message! I tell you this is my task as I am the second of the record keepers. A mission to record, hold a sight, and note what is happening to Cedure, as I spoke! Known that I will hold to my heart a report, stored until released to release it. What is of my notice as I jot to then be traveling once more. My task as scroll keeper weighted justly. Here I am, laughed at and mocked by some who say that my work is self-imposed. If that is true then it is truth that I am completely intrenched as I spoke, for what is the download if not justice explained? Something of truth as I spoke it is muse, to then be my only love that is rock and cold. Odd, oddity, these happenings I endure. My task, gift, not of me as is of only I, this happening that is me I only feel that I was born to express, reflect, recollect, reconnect, as never to interject, how I could never suppress my perception. Nothing of the teaching as I said but how I natter my foolish questions, sharing my imagination with the hope that I am not the only one to think on matters. A confession is that oh so often I do interject as just as often my thought as my task, I suppress! My own stumbling is that I fall short of my potential. It is rumored that I rot, but I plot in the notions. Dare I say my speech is a universe interjection that could only continue until a random soul absorbs me! Speaking of the understanding of I, the constant. Re-gifting the download that comes as a flood, this message origin unknown but gift to me. Continuous I must be, enjoying conversation with higher powers as indulging vast amounts of browned snuff and umber vitality as well as the charm herb for extra energy in my process of formation deeds. Let the others who are watching me hold witness for you. These peers and folk have named me the "Chronicler," a being of "Ink and Smoke." For I am the record-keeping ongoer, enjoying thought expression in my path of wanders in wonders. I sure love the task, which is my gift. As I think of gifts as the role of a vessel. I say that it is such an odd period that we are living in! I have just noticed that few, so few, are in use of gifts. Lost in their idols who have committed monstrous things for silks and spices as they live and hide in their vices! We, the collective affected, only wonder, wander, and pose behind the guise of this terror that we dream! What are we but fools following fools as followed by fools! I could only rise from whatever wicked sleep I was subdued in. Now I am awake, getting to, and I can only wish the same for you. Understand how we are born able and brave, required to stand by truth with belief of what truth is. We are to be mighty; we are to rise in whatever that we do learning to exist in love, holding close the foundations of knowledge learned. Walking through these trials together. I have noticed that due to differences, we are unable to coexist. We lack love and need universal friendships. We are born here as a slave; as a slave, I walked the road I paved until I quit.
Do you even notice my sentencing?
I speak of myself being stuck in cycles. Chained to a path to fill the role of the dice in a created fallacy destiny. How it only took me decades to break from that path, as of now I laugh for I know it to be true, I am a treasure formed to conquer the limits of whatever task is set, just are you. One could stay on this road of normalcy, but it is not for me. I decided to make a choice, and I say no test could vex my being for I made a rule to burn whatever pronounced to me. You heard me correctly; a keeper not ruled by a limit of role. No, created to explore and venture on. Even if this exploration is only in my mind and I am only spending time on it, you will still see that all is well. As I awoke from a dream incept to me and vowed to tell the tale. To then be purposely set apart by some force that spoke of wonders to be here and there, but I would go down a hole of mystery, misery, and despair. I was at my end just then, so I jumped and became like air. I found the multitude of self and will allude to what we compared. How I learned that lies consumed the being, the dreaming of different was the thief of all this energy. What is self as what is it that infused to the self, as what has made this not the figure formed to be of Synergy. I thought that I need to understand the knowledge of myself, so I can pull apart attachments. I set on a mission to purge the self as I watched chains disappear and the accuser scrolls as flames to the air. With the help of the King who positioned me as he in fact tasked me to get rid of the fears, waves of shame, the tears. I held on to rotten pears, these are ancient fruits made of illusion. Oh, I will tell you what a test it is as chosen. A test is remembering what you are and what kind of power you hold. I learned that these mistakes often are true; we are made to be ruined just to see the flower at the end in blooming.
Unfortunately, you might never learn until you walk through the darkness. It was suffocation that led me to magic as I see that fortunately, everyone has a chance to gain understanding. I am on a mission to help you remember our home by events that are justified by some as are unjustified by others. Tasks weighted as destiny or the ongoing paths of opinions, this is the beginning of Unfortunes, how the chaos of thoughts pursued be the foundation of happenings! This is a Rumor telling of choice and it is by choice, that is if one is to home the mind for it, then one can summon the Felagnolum Galaxy. Lucky for you, I am the Chronicler, and it is my job to lead you to the gateway. If desired, as it must for you have come this far. I am on this frequency to unveil the magic. I do have tales to divulge. The events I natter are historical recollections from the universal scribes and the fairies. I will add that they are helpful when it comes time to speak of history as I am no god, even if I am God-like, made in the image of a chosen body of light. I only mean that I cannot recall all the happenings, so I work with many kinds and forms to record. As any process with the Nemid is only agonizing and so I try my best to avoid the workers of that plain. The keepers of the Nemid are only ongoing more so than me, yes, I, the ongoer! These rules of the Nemid plains are beyond me and these keepers war with me as my telling is weighted as an opinionated view of realm happenings. These Nemid, that of who make up the universal library require one to follow their doctrine, as I have no concern of fallacy and favor to expose truth without a guide! They war with me to push a specific view, as I could never do such a thing. I question, you do know of the… Library? I tell you that there are many names for it, for all the realms have doors to it. As if it is this place that you end up in, well, I say not even luck will be with you. Beyond my obsessive nattering, I should begin somewhere in the chaos. I must tell you that before I natter on this recollection of misfortunes, understand that this is a long stretch for a Rumor. It is that circulated information has a way of misleading, and due to this, my task has made me travel all through the kingdoms. Speaking with this Spiro flesh, the watchers, the fairies as I even spoke with those of the plain flesh, the Ians and others. So many perspectives I have recorded, as when I first heard the conversation of that evil one and his followers rumored to be spastic in celebrations... In preparations! I heard that speaking of this kind rumored to set out in new terrors! Unireaians speaking of this unwarned and by the hands of who… is this freedom of the wicked from imprisonment. Well, I knew I had to discover the truth! I set out to journey the realm, speaking to whomever I could learn of these events from. As it was not even a moon before I faced the fairies. I thought of approaching only them for such a task of recollection, but I know of this kind to be so constant with their workings. It is a decree, "The fairies are to uphold the remaining magic." Due to the sickening in the realm, I thought… what time for the Chronicler do they have? As this was only my illusion, I felt too low of myself for many moon cycles. As they found me anyway… so I tell you I should have followed the gut feeling. You know, the tiny, calm voice that appears quiet and still, but is sure just to cause. One must listen for it as I let the chaos get to my matter. Listening to the wrong voices at times, I confess. Understand that one must listen as I spoke, and so I did, on a path of much bewilderment I walk. As in all the ways, it was that silly of sense that is residing inside me, for me to act out at times as I am not always as just as I seem to act and be, so I overlooked the path, but as for the fairies, they are aware. I say aware, and ready for oddity to strike. To their task and work as I said, but do not let me get ahead, for they are born of the Spiro flesh having mighty senses and spiritual gifts due to positioning. Engaging in free will just like you and me, but I allude to the facts, not being tasked the same as your kind and indeed not of the same order. As the fairies are always to task without question. As when in question of a matter that I hath not the knowledge of, this would be the time the fairy kind is to laugh at me, but they truthfully speak events clearly, always in a justified telling. Guiding me through what they experienced and even leading the way to each of the figures of this tale, allowing me to get a better record. I warn you that much of the happening is what happens in Felagnolum. I wonder if you understand what I am saying as I tell you that all is much for only one soul to explain, but this is my burden. Crowned to be as so as so self-imposed from delusions just as I am seeking to understand awareness. I allude that I am Ink and smoke as I spoke, so be it that I am noticed but gone as a vapor carried by the winds and the same is for my wording. There is a balance in my nattering, be it something you find, like a treasure that shines differently for each soul that encounters it. Understand that this is a Rumor tale of Unfortunate encounters, a collection of events along the happening of treasures. As so, then, it just so happens to be what happens to be, and these happenings are what you will know, which will bring me happiness as that is the accomplishment of my being. Understand that the realms are what could be mysterious to you very well and there are figures that grasp knowledge more fabulously than myself just as some will home nothing of any sense to the telling told! My task is to be balanced with sense to be able to show what exists, the thoughts unfold. I could only speak and let you cycle thoughts within! As I speak again that be me only some fool with sense, the hearty foolish chronicler of smoke. As I am only a guide of thought and an exposer of illusions. I will show you my home, so if it is that you are to venture with me to Felagnolum, the best I can say is luck! I urge you to expect nothing but the unexpected as you hold the sure expectation of exploration. Stay to experience what is unknown and known and be sure to find a home in this tale or another. As the sea, the way I will be, untamed and ongoing with mighty force and feeling. I cycle through mending thoughts, a war with procrastination and diligence. It was in as around twenty or so complete moon cycles, the time it took me to pull myself together to be able to even make sense of all that has endured in the kingdom. I share that things are of little sense until a balance looked for and a truth revealed. I rise each day, and I fettle thoughts until I am to settle in one of them and speaking of this Rumor, well, it is a vast amount of information. As I tell you, I have a lot of work, so when it comes time to speak of time, I tell you that I genuinely feel behind! The truth is that this unfortunate interference of realm-to-realm tampering has in fact unleashed so many different terrors and I am beyond myself with missions. I shall do my best to explain, I will take you to a time of the past, as it is equal to the one now! If you follow me, I speak of these happenings to have just happened as these events weighty in the sense of now, for as I page the recollection it is contemporary! Do not let me get ahead for I am ahead of what is written. Do you dare question , the one of Ink, as smoke is my wording? If in question, I hope it is my tone and not my sentence. I came to share the realm, inhabitants and the shifts that occur. For there is a reason for all that happens and all creatures, subject or event are bound and justified by those of council as these are of the councils, levels through, beyond as below. Nothing is as we claim to understand, and I say damned is the one to try to consider the hierarchies. Witness I, to allude that like addictions, there will never be a settlement. I say that a thing could be a thing, and then it could change into something as then, I ask… Do you remember the reason for this question of systems? Everything has complexity, I told you that damned is that one to think of the levels! Here I am, this importance of pointless depth that I tell you, honestly, never resolves. I mean, did you question to wonder of the rose petal? Was it little or vast thy path of thought, What kind of time did it take to create? Wonder if first came the texture as the color as then sent. It had to be for touch, then feeling, and then you breathe again. I reflect because I see that everything has gravity, and I break the ice with some sentencing unkept. Unshackled from chains of what is, as I still am in a world of illusion that is as a battle of sides. All is chaos, and I tell you that until you understand that this disorder is a positioned order that is what makes up balance, well, I will just enjoy your will and pride. There will come a time when keys are what you seek, when these desires are enough, for through self-will I learned as shown that desire will never be fulfilled. If you are beyond me in sense, or if you come to this end, only then is when this riddle becomes known, and my code will indeed unfold, and may that give you a new thrill to do as you wilt as you will. Whenever the occasion that you notice me, I ask that you see with your chest as you feel with your mind. For now, may the body be asleep as I take you through and into circumstances. Everything is currently terribleness, but the balance exists so be of jeer. I could not apologize for my cloudy litany; I am bound to be the ongoer as you are bound to understand. To break that down, I am bound to my task as you are bound to notice it, at some point. I must be ahead for this is my word as I must express a repetition for not all notice countenance and so I voice this reflection of balanced terribleness! It could be chaos for the one of knowledge to go over my structure for it is that maybe a small paragraph I could allude to truths, and they would understand. Needed is the structure of explanation that to me is highly favored, for I do say that balanced terrible things happen and be at ease, for have you not noticed existence, I question, have you noticed anything but desire? A few understand greater than me, as I congratulate this kind. Ongoing, I laugh, and I tell you that this balance keeps me laughing! For is the sun to rise again to suddenly vanish? This is an illusion of words as I speak of a renewal. I tell you that nothing dies, I know this for I have endured circumstances, witness to mighty transformations. Even me, that is only here until these pages burn! If burned, then I would sure be true to my peer-given title and I would be like smoke, off in the mist. Only then would I genuinely walk far from lost. As that is sure a place that I would like to not return, but I am sure there will be times that I feel unsettled in understanding. To bare knowledge is what I allude to and furthermore… I wish to make the point that my many yet heard speeches spun are weaved together.
I noticed Trezhur’s lost in their lives as am I, I have slight understanding of who it is that is I, yet so many things are troubling to me. I laugh, for I walk in my gifting as how could I be troubled when I love what I do, and I love who I am as I do what I do. Where does this toxic thought wave originate from? The depths of self or is it some distraction cast on to me. I wonder as I move if it is my doing or some task to overcome. Speaking of this depth, I say I noticed how I am not alone, and it is these chosen that live on this edge. I could be speaking of you, right in the middle of the wars, no? Dare you question why it is that you have stumbled on my reflections? Are you so perfect? I feel entrenched in these wars, breathing here, walking, talking inside them, right in the middle of pulls. I say the ether is cloudy; I would be as an abundance of overwhelmed if I left myself open to visitors, so I keep to self, careful of who I engage with. Destiny is who I have attached myself with, so let me welcome you to a telling of the telling. It is a spoken thing, said once more. As is, in fact, thoughts invoked, a shaped word written. These happenings unfold be they controlled or chaotic, what I express are realm confessions! I will speak to you about what is happening here and all around. I have heard these rumors here and there as I walked alone and about; these are those that make the kingdom collections. Onward, throughout these populated places, I found sight of exquisite balance. Shapes making various faces of these laughs and frowns, I noticed the figures. I say I discerned the way of the beings on the path of their concerns. I tell you that this journey is all but the origins in the making of so many tales to come. As a born to this dirt, but formed from the cosmic breath of truth, I only am reflection of these trials. Tasked to be the one noticing, but a half-truth for there must be others that see the scattered notions fleeting from chaotic temples! As I mean, look how most venture. Only going on and ongoing, as am I, acting out in steady motions. I wonder where the ease is inside our minds of temper and linger as most minds entrapped, like a priceless coin lost in a pit of webbing that could enrich a whole bloodline, yet the retriever has arachnophobia. Can you shadow what I explain? What I yearn for is to be quick enough to notice the action that wanted reaction but just as quick at reacting before reactions act. This is what I strive for, I beg to understand what it is that I notice, to walk in understanding of what is happening just as it is happening, that might be the sum of the trial, maybe that role should only be for God, for unneeded are we all, but maybe the test is what we do with knowledge. I could add that reflecting this same action of thought in my everyday self-actions would also be a goal of mine. I want to be unfazed and fully conscious, for I have only been dreaming of this life. Allude to you that on my journey, I noticed the energies get shaped into such a display of blasphemy that even these devils would cowardly tail, dashing and escaping quickly with fears of ends. I speak of the truth about Crook and Victor's deals. oh, this is A game of sorts that we are all in, and if you would like to figure it out, I would start with puzzles and then walk to riddles and questions. I can give some daring examples to lead you down soul-altering rabbit holes, and if I did such a thing, I would ask that you bring a rope in the case of a fall and be of mind, so you wrap not your neck.
Understandings for a start, just the best of guess as it is; whatever it is, that is your path that is your quest! I tell you that whatever is a thing, be it your way named as nothing changes way and form but the name of the form as it is endless! I would start with the things that begin and end all our lives and friendships! So, riddle you that as I go on and natter like notice but fade, I will be the smoke that you nearly grabbed, but as vapor, my weight is light as what is still, my scent, the notion of my haze. Ongoing, I would say that all is love or lust as we home these expectations. What is that? Do not let me get ahead, but is the emotional spells as the tangled ties of ancient blood… It is our faces. All I know is what I touch, and have I only reached the origins of the point, but in my heart, I know that most have had enough. Oh, enough… is not enough. I would say the trick is for the fools and only fooled if tried to teach, a speech of speech to reach but nothing but leach, leach. I say all is just a mirror of all and all. Notice my words: the one who is a joker, a fool who was only the subject of their lies, carried into mind as a tool for later use. They use, use, use. I say I saw this in myself, and I had to suicide. Meaning all that is me had to simply die, and I walked from death on a straight path to life. I welcome you to my recollection of unfortunate events; please remember it is all just a fantasy muse, so do not be of too much sense! I am only this Ink and this smoke that is around me. Here to share chronological events as this chronic I burn scents, let my message touch your imagination, to then return with me! Rest as I confess a thing, and you will see. I tell you to stand with such awe and wonder as I wander and ponder with no knowledge of my understanding is surely what might be the thing that led me to insanity. I digress; this pull of notions could only be a gift! How dare I sleep in such depression when I know who I am! How dare I enjoy the comfort of self-destruction when a mighty path is here before me! A great gift is this Trezhur, as glorious the mind that I will keep not in the slumbering! Dare I say, many, few, one or two of an answer or so for the realms, but in solitude I hide and meddle in my war of me and I! As I then question these odd encounters? How unfortunate. My only devil is myself when I am ashamed of happenings that have nothing to do with me. The worst flaw for a watcher to own, it stands as a challenge; I know that I should keep to myself and let a soul come to thy own place of settle and rest. Who am I to get involved in these steps? Curiousness is my quest. I only wondered of a thing; these thoughts led me wandering to depths, then the death of me. I made it to my end, and these sights forever reset the happenings. Do you notice the pulls? How do I say a thing and jump to answers that led to other questions as it is nothing of a settling? Enough of me, I have said enough, as I say enough! It is only nonsense to you as I have come to tell you the tale of what having nothing of sense can do. The graciously accomplished inception of one like you from the ungracious unseen kept out of view. I take you to Feel and Know the Light. This is a tale of terrible fools and misconceptions, from what is unknown to indeed known. I will take you from throne to throne to show you that these thrones have thrones of thrones. The webbing of eternities bond, how this circle, this cycle, this circus flows as a dance that is on and on. Ever uncompleted, echoing am I as I have written as spoke such a filthy riddle! A mirror, I tell you, is everything I see and encounter! The tale of what I will talk is of a subject that these uncivil are after! I noticed an ancient self, as maybe near, not ever so distant. I saw a spiritual twin to I Chronikos! This is the telling of Unfortunate, as the weaving of a fractured soul that is Rumored to turn into a fortress of fortune, a gem.
PROLOGUE END
