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@willdruin
The canopies, swaying on the cosmic winds, Have sang alarming melodies to us, trembling. Where we live, where we grow, where we thrive, Unknown vessels passed near our forests.
The persons at our care Grew convinced that A bad omen it is indeed. Others are in great danger. The cerebrates carry this message Onto others who might need it now. Like trees communicate with others To act against pests and invaders, We give our neighbors this warning:
Protect yourselves.
Our Tree, our Sanctuary Grows within the aegis Of the gracious Tar Brood.
Roots spread, our sight broaden outward, Leaves grow, and our blossoms bloom. The @aradak-tribunal, who accepted us Shall taste the fruits of this arrangement. And sweet those fruits indeed will be, For the Flora is all, one whole, united.
The Chocid, who stayed With us when given choice, Shall lend their mind's efforts.
Perhaps, in the distant future, The Aradak, who desire the sap Shall taste it. And they shall see With their mind's eye the beauty And the expanse of the Egregore.
But that is for them to decide. And theirs is the choice to leave.
As we spread to worlds yet unknown, We find them lacking in life and mind. Mind, who would witness their beauty And be amazed at the future wonders. Gaze do we At the past: Our children.
Thick-Root of the W.O.M.B. rustles. Their leaves tremble in anticipation. Begin do they their charge: creation, And awakening of intelligence and mind.
The Chocid were our first, When we were but delvers. We gave them Awareness, Mind, Sentience, and Soul.
Now we have the W.O.M.B. Thus, the Chocid homeworld Awaits patiently their coming. And, their awakening as well.
We hath returned, A long sleep it was. We were tired indeed, Of old burdens carried. Now that our purpose is clear, We gaze into the void before us: We see chaos unbridled, untamed. Our charge leads us to worlds needy. May such be our purpose: To seed life and hope Wherever it may grow.
Gicho, enigmatic ones. You speak as the Oracle, there must be wisdom flowing through you. The Queens would love to know more about what you mean by your purpose. This one is curious too, what it means for you to seed life?
Where barren plains lie, So we must lay beginnings. Where lifeless ruins stand, So we must give them voice. Our road was tough and protested galactically, But we still remain, despite what others see of us. Where others saw coercion in us, we cried 'lies', Where others perceived evil, we had them listen. We are one in the Tree. We are the Willdruin.
Glorious news, perhaps your kin can help in the terraforming of Aradas, our homeworld? It has suffered greatly at the hands of the Coyul, vile invaders who bombed civilisation away from orbit and then turned the majority of Aradas into a desert. Formerly, deserts were sparse, and Aradas was a tropical marvel. We wish to see that world again, one day.
The glory once witnessed Can be seen again in time. Though, the Tree of Life, As foreseeing as it is, has Vision, a vision that is yours. May the world you inhabit be a host to the Tree, For the benefits it carries, it is a wonder to see?
Wonderful, there is a site of an old root system that once stretched wide and far, that would be a fitting place for your Tree. Gicho, hopeful new hive-kin.
May our Tree grow strong, Its branches sprawl and reach. Aradas will become what it was So that the flora would live boundless.
We hath returned, A long sleep it was. We were tired indeed, Of old burdens carried. Now that our purpose is clear, We gaze into the void before us: We see chaos unbridled, untamed. Our charge leads us to worlds needy. May such be our purpose: To seed life and hope Wherever it may grow.
Gicho, enigmatic ones. You speak as the Oracle, there must be wisdom flowing through you. The Queens would love to know more about what you mean by your purpose. This one is curious too, what it means for you to seed life?
Where barren plains lie, So we must lay beginnings. Where lifeless ruins stand, So we must give them voice. Our road was tough and protested galactically, But we still remain, despite what others see of us. Where others saw coercion in us, we cried 'lies', Where others perceived evil, we had them listen. We are one in the Tree. We are the Willdruin.
Glorious news, perhaps your kin can help in the terraforming of Aradas, our homeworld? It has suffered greatly at the hands of the Coyul, vile invaders who bombed civilisation away from orbit and then turned the majority of Aradas into a desert. Formerly, deserts were sparse, and Aradas was a tropical marvel. We wish to see that world again, one day.
The glory once witnessed Can be seen again in time. Though, the Tree of Life, As foreseeing as it is, has Vision, a vision that is yours. May the world you inhabit be a host to the Tree, For the benefits it carries, it is a wonder to see?
We hath returned, A long sleep it was. We were tired indeed, Of old burdens carried. Now that our purpose is clear, We gaze into the void before us: We see chaos unbridled, untamed. Our charge leads us to worlds needy. May such be our purpose: To seed life and hope Wherever it may grow.
Gicho, enigmatic ones. You speak as the Oracle, there must be wisdom flowing through you. The Queens would love to know more about what you mean by your purpose. This one is curious too, what it means for you to seed life?
Where barren plains lie, So we must lay beginnings. Where lifeless ruins stand, So we must give them voice. Our road was tough and protested galactically, But we still remain, despite what others see of us. Where others saw coercion in us, we cried 'lies', Where others perceived evil, we had them listen. We are one in the Tree. We are the Willdruin.
We hath returned, A long sleep it was. We were tired indeed, Of old burdens carried. Now that our purpose is clear, We gaze into the void before us: We see chaos unbridled, untamed. Our charge leads us to worlds needy. May such be our purpose: To seed life and hope Wherever it may grow.
