1.1 KiB
Oh great bird. Give us mercy. Will crushing that hand bring us mercy?
A kind and mischievous spirit. A lonely and mischievous spirit. She means no harm with her mischief. No damage done by unintentional mischief.
There was a race that recorded their knowledge on the walls. This knowledge will operate in a mechanical box, as a virtual wise-man. It shall awaken should a wise-man read the mural.
The Goddess of the Mountain changes her form. Into the goddess that loves blood and war. To assuage her anger, thou must get down on the ground and pray.
Skanda, a large clay doll. The one who holds the golden key which soars through the skies.
The ones that created Nüwa. Ones that tried to imitate the powers of the great Mother. The power to create life. The power that created us. Those wishes were not granted.
The glowing red crucifix is a beacon that connects the seen and the unseen.
Too quick for the eyes. That which continues to move, even after time has been stopped. Defeat the unseen enemy, and the elixir of life shall be bestovn upon thee.
