The prolouge of a story i started to write recently
Prologue
Everything is past, broken and old.
The world forgotten, the tales and legends crumbled to dust.
Only sometimes, you can still hear the cry of the lost souls in the streets of the old cities, long since abandoned and either forgotten or shunned by everyone, you are afraid of them, these gigantic constructions of glass and steel, built with machines, interwoven with magic. Writings, in languages no one knows anymore.
Now, thousands of years later.
Ships, as big and dark as mountains floating on water, as deep and mysterious as their builders. Mighty kinetic shields, doors secured with magic and technology, locks, whole worlds, horrifying and beautiful treasures, forgotten forever, lost.
Old things slumber in them, in the chambers and towers, under domes of glass as clear as water.
The people of today live far away, full of fear, in tents and huts of leather and wood, fragile like parchment against the forces of nature.
Knowledge, crumbling into dust, fears, fuelled by stories about the unknown.
But is it really so?
Does danger really lurk in the gigantic halls and halls of a bygone age?
Behind walls so high that no bird dares to fly over them?
Sure, all this is strange, so untouched by the ravages of time, full of magic and technology that nobody understands.
Where do all the creatures of this world come from?
Some suspect the origin of all life behind the ancient walls, in abandoned buildings, encoded in forgotten texts.
Still others call these people stupid, just as stupid and crazy as the treasure hunters who have been trying to overcome the walls for ages.
But what is right? What is wrong?
Nobody knows.
And maybe it's just as well.
Let them puzzle, let them ask, and maybe one day they will understand that they too are merely a leaf in the wind of time.
Dark Fantasy Prolouge
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