Aimless Pursuit (Amara) Sept 27, 2019 22:51:47 GMT -6
Post by Sanbu on Sept 27, 2019 22:51:47 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 64'000
Sanbu's PL: 64'000
Structures without purpose, chaotic and in its purest state. Such was what many claimed to nature was. When it came to design there was no planning nor did there appear to be any need for it. In times so changing and unforeseeable could one really hope to think of the present with such a rigid perspective? The world knew no constants for its only constant was that it didn't happen to have any. Life was a book of unending pages and there seemed to be no rhyme or reason behind some of the chapters it had. Lone in his quest for answers or at least some semblance of resolution, Sanbu walked with no real structure to his jaunt. Mind occupying the greater part of his focus while he continued promenading upon the sea of sand called Diablo. After having trekked for so long it became clear that both where he had came from nor where he was heading towards appeared to no longer differentiate themselves. The Majin started to chuckle to himself while he eyed his surroundings, mesmerized in all their indiscriminate complexity. The slightest grin started to form on his face while he'd stare forever more at the marvelous spectacle which was nature in its most raw state. Constantly submerged within the spirit of change as it surely would never know permanence, patron to the laws of the universe as chaos made its residence here.
"Have I not found life's true meaning here? A place that knows no start or end? A location which never knows true shape? No painting of a desert is ever complete, as much as one may wish to detail its beauty there is never an authentic form one can use as reference. The here and now, the moments in which one can experience this allure, they are all that matter in the end. I shall never return to this place and find it just how I left it, but perhaps that is all that counts. I stand on ground that'll never take this shape again. What a rarity this is, a unique experience. I must cherish it." Sanbu continued to walk along a desultory path, making way to a destination of which he hadn't a name for. Few were the days where he actually had some kind of goal or motivation to fuel his actions, another impulsive decision, yet another strange environment he'd learn to become familiar with. Having been isolated on the Yunzabit Heights for so long, to see lands far from home was an activity he started to develop an immense passion for. Wind at his back, Sanbu pressed his feet off the ground. Flying through the air with an easy method to his person, composure well collected as a rush of wind pressed neatly against his body constantly breaking away at his form. "Not a single person nearby, how unfortunate."