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[center][size=400][b]KABAN[/b][/size]
[size=200][b]நட்சத்திரங்களின் குழந்தைகள் விதைக்கப்பட்ட ஒரு விதை[/b][/size]
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[i]Compiled here in this account is a history of fair Kaban, scribed dutifully by your servant Ianus.[/i]
Our Kaban began life like many planets, as fragments of a cosmos wracked asunder by some great an unforeseen cataclysm. Drawn in and collected by the mighty pull of our twin guardian seraphs, the fragments became a whole. A single tongue of fire took root in this whole, branching out and filling it with life. The chill of the void set in, the vast emptiness of the empyrean holding back the wondrous touch of the seraph's golden hands.
So they stoked the furnace within and soon mighty mountains were riven by fire, soon to be erased by the unceasing movement of the world. Fumes of elements now lost to the ages fanned from the peaks of shattered mounts, forming a primitive barrier against the void.
And the furnace below raged, and the light of the seraphs fell upon our Kaban's thick skin. After many turns of turns, constricting ice became bounteous water and our mighty seas flowed into place, filling rifts and chasms left by ancient turmoil. Despite the endless expanse of the seas, the uncovered surface hardened into a gnarled desert, lifeless and barren.
It seemed that despite the blessings of the seraphs, and the bounty of the seas, our Kaban would be lifeless forever.
Landing on a tongue of fire, the children of the seraph settled the gnarled plain. They delved deep and raised high, great monuments to their passing littering our once-lifeless landscape. They planted the seed of life in our oceans and nurtured it to fruition like a doting mother.
As we grew stronger they dwindled, their great works falling into disrepair leaving only skeletal remains to be eaten away by the wind.
It was into this garden of bones that we stepped out. Amphibian to mammalian, our journey is covered in other more scientific accounts. Shaped by arcane processes, our intellect grew to the point where we could take in the majesty of our surroundings, of the great works left behind by a civilization long past.
We wandered among these mighty constructions, wondering on their origin. Our earliest ancestors had the right of it, they worshipped these mighty edifices and their architects, every voice raised in a song to summon them back from among the stars.
In our supposed rationality, we are closed off from this belief, blind to the fact that on our Kaban, we sit at the feet of Gods.
[center][size=200][b]இடிபாடுகளில் நாம் கடந்து ஒரு நினைவூட்டல்[/b][/size][/center]
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