My Valley Green Comments

Thousands of fortnights ago, long before makers of myths put words onto paper, heaven stopped to make a small valley and the sharp mountains beyond. They are rugged and majestic, standing tall and silent covered with a pure white snow and adorned with deep green titans. To the east lies an ocean so blue its' vast emptiness defies meaning.
Countless rivers and little streams flow, helping the earth bring forth an abundance so rich the sky is filled with the scent of cherry and peach.
But history is not just rivers and trees, it's the journey of messengers who fill the quest with dreams of heaven. The purest of souls found this a paradise and rested here taking to life, not to conquer but to find harmony, to share the bounty with all God's creatures. There was no time, only life.
If the early quest was pure, newer messengers arrived with flawed notions. They thought they were pitted against the wilderness struggling to find purchase for their restless vision. Ill-timed battles raged with a blurred intent.
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