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So I decided to edit the prologue a little bit. I wanted to see if I could add more substance without disrupting the allegorical and poetic flow of the words. So, do you like this version better than the original? Let me know what you think. Thanks in advance! From Here to Eternity (Prologue) The Sun was beautiful. It was always beautiful. It was timeless and ageless. Even after an incomprehensible passing of centuries and millenniums, even after what seemed like an eternity of eternities, the Sun remained. If God had chosen to have a daughter, it would of certainly have been the Sun. The Sun was the eternal spring of life and its scorching flames have been erupting from its molten and seemingly immortal pool of super-heated gases since the beginning of the book of time. This glorious ball of passionate fire and light had existed before the very worlds it gave birth to. It was destined to be the center, a core of origin, the symbol of a beginning. It was one of the many genuinely burning bright marbles dropped intently by God into the sea of utter darkness, for the grand purpose of giving meaning to the blanket of void and despair. As a result, the first and the foremost greatest gift to ever have been given was given, and that was: the gift of life. Nothing in existence can ever hold as much as a profoundness of meaning as the very essence of Life itself. And no kind of life could have ever been any more grateful for having the opportunity to exist and enjoy the delight of this privilege, as much as humanity. From the earliest points in ancient history, humans had always valued and praised the Sun for its everlasting warmth. Some saw it as a divine deity, others saw it as a lively world of its own; many legends and folklore stories sprung out of these various uncertainties. Spiritualists and philosophers had pondered endlessly on the Sun's integrity and origin for many centuries. This gave rise to many romanticized theories, belief systems and folkloric tales, which continued on until the rise of scientific advancements and early astronomy came about. Despite the death of these legends and deisms of the Sun, her beauty and mystery continued to kindle the amazement of astronomers and cosmologists alike for numerous generations. The more that they began to learn, the more they began to discover, and the more uncountable discoveries they had made, which momentarily lead them to believe that they knew all there was to know, the more they had discovered how little they knew at the time. With each scientific breakthrough, scientists had only begun to uncover even more of the celestial body’s mysterious nature. Solar flares, spicules, stellar winds, and the massive dancing flames of her corona were merely a few of her greatest phenomena. Several decades after the exhaustive amounts of study, observation, and analysis that took place since these initial discoveries were made, the science behind each of the aforementioned solar marvels was finally brought into clarity. However, even when the Sun had lost much of her alluring mystique, humanity still praised her. This unveiling truth about her had in fact lead many to perceive her as even more deserving of their praise. She was a powerful deity whose varying intensities of solar activity had the potential to influence the atmosphere and climate significantly. She possessed dominion over all the forces of nature. She would either make the tillers of the grounds below suffer in toil from her scorching heat or show gratitude for her warmth. She was the one who made the concept of labor an equally grueling and rewarding experience. Every day, she would reign in the skies for a dozen hours, enveloping the landmasses below in her beautiful daylight. At the end of the day she would leave the horizon to courteously make way for the night, only to return again in another dozen hours to repeat her endless ongoing cycle. Humanity could have never thanked the Sun enough for all that she had provided for them. Her light had made it possible for the plenitude of vegetables, crops, and fruit-bearing trees to thrive healthfully and satisfy the hunger of entire populations. Her brilliant rays had even bestowed beauty and health on those who blissfully basked endlessly in her sunlight. The Sun was gracious for she gave and gave without expecting anything in return. Not only had her warmth granted life to the human race, but her presence in the blue lit daytime sky was an eternal symbol, an inspiration, and a timeless blessing to their hearts, minds, and spirits. The Sun was their beacon of hope, their one and only candle that never ceased to burn out, and their sole provider of life within the endless and formless ocean of darkness. She had always prevented their fate in the ice from befalling them and She had always reassured them that the long, cold, and eerie nights would come to an end. Her beautiful brilliance and rays of life had forever engendered an epoch of beauty, romance and hope for humanity. She had spurred a sense of happiness into the hearts of artists, writers, and philosophers all throughout history. And most of all, the Sun symbolized the beginning of day, a new beginning, a new hope, and redemption; a never-ending chance to start anew at every dawn―all these things the Sun represented. At Sunrise, the world smiled. At Sunset, the world mourned. The Sun's eternal presence and ceaseless existence had been one of the very reasons the human race had lived and thrived for so vastly long. And just as the Sun was timeless and seemingly eternal, so were the worlds that revolved around her, and all the life that her warmth had allowed to exist. Sun had ultimately been the grand source of time for humanity. The history of mankind would not had been possible without her. Life would had never begun. She had selflessly granted them such a longevity of time that went far beyond any comprehension, beyond all expectations. Nonetheless, even through all that time, this common memory of the sun had never changed: At Sunrise, the world smiled. At Sunset, the world mourned.

Forum crush: I see potential in a few of my friends but I don't have any feelings for anyone here at the moment. Pony Crush: Fluttershy <3 Irl crush: Again, I see potential in some of my friends but other than that, I don't have romantic feelings for anyone at the moment. Besides, everyone around me is either taken or not interested in dating.

For a moment, David stopped and hesitated as he and Diana were now facing the back gates of their village. The tall oaken gates were notable for their sheer prominence; they were among the most massive structures in the entire village, standing at least twenty feet above the dirt foundations. At a width of 5.2 feet, a clear view of the outside could only be provided through a few drilled-in holes that were no wider than the average human fist. Beyond these gates, was an uncharted land―acres of soil that no soul had ever laid a foot upon. It was a foreign land whose scenery struck the two with fear, curiosity, and awe. They could only get a limited glimpse of the surroundings, but even a peak of what lied beyond was more than enough to ignite David's curiosity and eagerness by tenfold. Diana, however, saw little point in breaking one of the village's most important rules for the sake of searching for metal scraps in what appeared to be nothing more than a wasteland of dirt and rocks. The mysterious and eerie atmosphere that the land emanated also gave Diana the uneasy feeling that they wouldn't be safe out there. Although David was momentarily intimidated by the towering gates and the uncertainties it guarded, he proceeded to reach for the handlebar of the gates when another hand suddenly took a hold of his wrist, preventing David from reaching anymore further. He turned to face the possessor of the intercepting hand and to his unexpected surprise, he saw that the hand belonged to his now nervous friend, Diana. "Are you sure about this?" She asked apprehensively with great concern for the uncertainties lying ahead. "You know that we are prohibited from leaving the village, right? David, I'm not sure if you understand-" "Diana," David interrupted as he began to respond. "To be honest with you, I am not sure about this ... I mean, how can I be sure? I'm unable to determine the future; I have no idea where my destiny or fate lies. But I have questions. Ceaseless questions that have been haunting me for the past several months. I'm tired of these questions. I'm tired of this place! This place is riddled with questions that everyone keeps avoiding. For once, I want answers. Is it wrong to pursue what a person wants in life?" "There is nothing wrong with pursuing what you want in life, David. But is lying to yourself worth putting you and your dearest friend in trouble? Your theory of earth is a complete fallacy supported by nothing more than your dreams and some folklore legend!" David glanced at his friend with a determined look on his face before responding. "You want answers? Then search for them! Who knows what awaits us in those strange distant lands. No one, that's who. We'll never know as long as we're still here. The journey towards truth can only begin with one curious step." Diana couldn't argue against her friend's straightforward and valid point with which she reluctantly agreed. "Yeah, you're ... you're right." David then gave her a subtle smile and offered an open hand. "Do you trust me, Diana? Will you embark on this journey with me?" Diana's emerald eyes lit up with excitement as she happily took hold of David's hand―trying her best not to blush. "I-I do trust you. I would go anywhere with you, David! Our bond is far more important than this village. Wherever you go, I go. And I'm sorry for my skepticism. I know you, and I know you haven't lost your mind. Not yet at least." She giggled. David's smile grew wider upon hearing Diana's uplifting response. He took a deep breath as he reached for the handlebar of the gates and attempted to push the massive doors apart using all his strength. To his surprise, the gates were lighter than he initially thought and it wasn't before long that he―along with some help from Diana―managed to push the doors apart to make enough space in between for the two to just barely pass through. David felt an immediate surge of freedom as he dashed out the open gates, dragging Diana along, who was laughing as her adrenaline and excitement immediately took effect. Just moments ago, they were both apprehensive, scared, and unsure about what lied ahead, but now they were both laughing, screaming, and running hand in hand towards the unknown. There were several moments when each of the two tripped and tumbled into the soft clay-like dirt, only to get back up and continue running, laughing even more because of those funny moments, not caring about the dirt that stained their clothes. What they were beginning to experience, was the ancient and yet timeless thrill of adventure.