Archivo pharmacopola.
Source:
[NUMINIT] in the Dreamsleeve.
The approximate coordinates of the mnemonic flow:
316-11-45881316-012
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I see your surprise: your back wriggles in denying the dance, pumped his eyes in an attempt to hear [NUMINIT] your creators. All in vain: you are too far from the parent Marsh, flew to comfort or orders of the root network. So you will hear, and learn how it turned out that you're going to again and again to return to the water, which gave you - you.
The first seven brothers and sisters, [untranslatable] tasted the difference between "Yes" and "No" are still walking among us. I said, "seven"? I'm sorry, in fact, six of them left. The seventh ... However, back to the linear speech:
Our ancestors were small. They were blind, half-minded, six ... creepy. And they were scared. All the while scared. Their resting place, the great forest was dark and full of great fear to every creature. And whenever the eye [forbidden] began to fall on the tops of the trunks and pop-eyed, rose fleering shadows at the edge of the marshy edge, where the seven spent the day, gnowing roots of the Great Tree, that grew in the border of swamp, the latter to escape the shadows began to flee. They ran and straight to the side and up the trunks of trees, dug into the ground and tried to escape by swimming through a swamp, but all in vain: the shadows overtook them everywhere, and in the shadows hides the Terror.
And the next day everything was repeated again, because brothers and sisters were always forgotten everything .
The youngest of the family, a small [forbidden], was the most cowardly, also. And once, in the darkness, he caught so great horror, that the next morning he was unable to forget him, and, while the hot sun on the edge of his brothers and sisters in a hurry to fill the stomach, he said, his lack of intelligence, tried to find a way that allows them to permanently escape from grinding the night of fear. But, as I said, all four lines have already been invoked by each brood over and over again, and although the young [forbidden] could not remember, he was able to understand that the flight through the forest is meaningless, because in his shadow and night subsistence horror were everywhere.
Reflecting on this situation, he crawled to the Great Tree, and began to gnaw the next root. By chance, he just bite the one who held a considerable layer of earth over the topyu. He fell off, and with a loud splash went under the water, scaring the whole brood. That was enough to have the whole family thought of the night and carried by her fear. Brothers and sisters have to keep the council. They twisted spines and hissed at each other, because each of them, except for the young [forbidden] proposed a way to escape, Who through the thickets tibrola, who swim through the swamp. The oldest suggested to crawl on top of the Great Tree and hide there, but others does not have to listen and understand, well, if the half.
The younger brother of the same until the end of the dispute was sitting quietly, because his attention was attracted by his own shadow: to the extent that the sun has passed its zenith, and all accelerated, went down, she was lengthened and grew. If he was a little more time, perhaps he could give an answer that would satisfy everyone, but at the very moment when the Word was already ready to break away from the hissing of his colorless lips, and others began to darken the shadows once again gathered around the edge. Junior [forbidden], so engrossed his thoughts, he did not notice them closer: his family had already fled, who was going to, and he sat at the roots of the Tree. And when one of the shades pulled the sleeve of his blue-gray to his frail body, seizing him by the tail, the young [forbidden], dropping him with a loud cry fell into the swamp. Without a tail, he could not swim and therefore began to sink, and would have died had it not clung to one of the roots. The latter, however, suddenly grabbed him and pushed even deeper into the center of interlacing root systems of the Great Tree, which, as was (and first learned about this young [forbidden]), left no clay soil of the forest, and the cutoff [NUMINIT], devoid of directions and sides, twisted funnel of opportunities and givens.
And then the tree began to speak with his younger brother, asking him what he wants. He replied that seeks to not be afraid of what lurks in the darkness. And the tree replied that such a possibility would brood, but the price will appoint its own, and what - the young [forbidden] learns only by making the contract. And when he agreed, the roots of the Tree drunk out the Word of his head and his body so tightly swaddled, even as the horror did not keep the little coward. Even today it remains there, at the roots, devoid of sense (and fear among them) that can do nothing but chew their fetters.
Word is dissolved in the juices of the Tree, and rose up, up to the domes, where it was fastened to the fruit. These fruits were collected by his elder brother, who, as soon as daylight came down with them to the edge and separated from the brood. And word has penetrated into each of the brothers and sisters, but when mixed with the juices of the Great Tree, it is bound them to him tighter than the roots of the tree forever linked with them their younger brother.
Oh, you're still. I can not hear your breath. The truth kills.