Owt of the fallen Citadels (Patreon)

Good evening my dears! I hope you are doing alright today! Up for download and viewing is a piece I call " Owt of the fallen Citadels " Inspired by Plonkapple's " My Stories " which can be found here https://soundcloud.com/plonkapple/my-stories

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There is a silent truth that flows through this world. Those who know of it, often do not speak...but the souls of this Earth are growing as loud as they are restless... 

All things that live, gather. The invisible strings bind us altogether. Whose cord is cut shall lessen our world. Whose heart is pained, so too shall ours be pained. Whose wounds shall heal, none can truly do so alone. 

Those who turn their backs on the gods, the gods shall not turn their backs on them. Those who turn their backs on each other...the world grows smaller. Louder. Monstrous... 

The three orbs of the Scholars are always at arms reach, and the astral chains of the cosmos beckon all wayward orphans adrift...home. 

Turn your back to the gods...the world shall grow smaller. Turn your back to each other...the link shall be broken. Turn your back to the moon...no peace shall be had. 

Turn your back to yourself...? What life is left for you?