Letters to the Stars

[aatuylva]

OOC: This is a closed thread between me and Miokalia, about the messages the Coronans and Aatumrrcho began to exchange prior to the Invasion of Grecaria, indeed, for a long while before, a century prior, or more. This is when 'she' is young, so she's going to sound simple :3

The jungles of Aatuylva rustled in the breeze. Wars had come and gone, and now minor skirmishes played all across the underbrush.
Fires burned, and were painful, but the rain soothed.

She had been playing with her children, showing them things, but she couldn't always get the point across...they were stubborn, and could not learn to speak properly, so she had to help them 'feel'.

It was frustrating, so she instead sang songs. Her children were calmed, like they always were during their tantrums, although she had to prune many as they grew too violent.
Sometimes it was rewarding, to see her children happy, but other times they were afraid of her, and it made her very sad...

She wished her brothers would talk to her more often, but they only talked when they wanted something. She got so lonely..

She would steal a child away, occasionally, to have a friend, but that made her children angry, and her brothers would yell at her...

She discovered poetry recently. She liked poetry. Sometimes her children were good at making good things. She decided to write it in her words, though she didn't think her children were listening.

Wishful thinking and gleeful breezes, summer's rain go by,/ warm sun touches me, water tastes fine./ Dark night cools me, my breath soothes and sighs,/ children under the vines.

[miokalia]

For some time, the Caradinian Valley telephase phenomena had been observed. It had become known eventually that it was the intelligent communication of another hylopathic being, somewhere distant.

At first it was just brief descriptions of things, surroundings, environments and animals. But their conversation had evolved into stories and poetry.

The valley, as well as the rest of the planet, was very different than the one the Lady Aatumrrcho described, and thus it was something of some interest.
Caradinian Valley was a large desert basin on Corona Beta VII. Like much of the rest of the planet, it was dry, ferrous rocks and sand.

The Lady spoke of a strange place so different from theirs, but one which they had only a slight inkling of from an inexplicable part of their more ancient mind.
Seeing as the Lady was speaking in the form of poetry, a Coronan scholar responded to this most recent correspondence:


A blood of ages past renders our seas now a harsh brine
Sandstorm would have become the only measure of time.
But the sands are alive in the language of probability
It knows the history of epochs far beyond the view of the lens.
It tells us of the things which were, are and could have been.

[aatuylva]

What's this?

New friends? And they can talk!

Hot place. Dry place. So different. Tasted...odd. Reminded her of the place her children came from. So strange.

She liked these new friends. She wonders if they are friends of her brothers, but her brothers are interested in other things. Always fires and cold, fires and cold...

She decided her children could wait a bit, she liked this new game.

Fields of ageless blue, waters hold the tests of time.
Everlasting, everflowing, evermoving through the dark night sky.
Mountains fading, islands growing, all within the deep dark brine,
Green is growing, sun is shining, and water moves as my eyes.

[miokalia]

A Coronan scholar discussed the recent response with his compatriots.
"I believe our Lady Aatumrrcho may be some kind of planetary intelligence. Her perspective is exceptionally broad.

I'm seeing evidence of substances such as water. However, I am somewhat worried by the breadth of the context implied by her observation of geologic time. I wonder if there are intelligent things around her."

Another scientist explained at some point,
"I believe this telephase cycle has it's B-point at Earth..."




Within every grain of sand, especially those so insignificant, is the information which renders the universe substantive.
Cherish every individual. For that is the measure of substance.
A mountain's movement is meaningless without the company of others to enjoy it.
It is a truth we were born from, in the hard blaze built by our forebearers.
Those who seek destruction will eventually feed themselves to it without intervention from any being.

Tell us about this living water you speak of, it is something very strange to us. Our water is only inhabited by a few hardy things and a great deal of creatures long since passed, as old or older than out forebearers."

[aatuylva]

They weren't sounding so fun anymore. They reminded her of the lost child who went through here once. Always talking, but not to you...

But still, she liked this game. Even as she had to prune her children...they were so difficult to understand. She would wonder how they moved about, and how they could stay connected...

Water droplets in the air, they pass through stone and sorrow,
flowing 'neath the ground below, they seek the ocean's blessings.
Stories they tell and gather, bring to me, as they return once more to the sky of their birth.

Living electric, every stone and leaf, stories all do tell in the hallows.
Water lives, air breathes as stones weep, trees seek my blessings.
Mountains weep and children fall as water moves, stories to the fore
Eternal moving and I taste it, I see, the stories of my birth.

Born of fires and stone, how do you breath and move?
You taste not the waters, but speak proper like my brothers.
Are you of shining stone, like dear Tsuv?
Or dreadfire and dark earth, like S'fhsl'shrrl?

[miokalia]

It is true that ours is a world of stone.
But to consider it dead is to misinterpret life in a broader sense.
Our world's water has no nourishment to give, and our dirt has no remains of life with which to sustain that which grows, fruits, drops seeds and dies.
Our sun is elder, and it exudes a dreadfire in every direction. It is not by choice, it simply just is.
We are of shinning stone. Our minds a forest of individuals. Much as you describe your perspective. In truth, we are as stone trees within bodies of shining stone, moved by dreadfire.
But not all that is dark is evil. As evil is an intent and not a substance.
A truth which is learned through pain and contemplation. As we have come to know it.
It is why we speak to you through telephase and not in physical contact. For I would fear that we come from worlds so different that our very processes of life might interfere.
And yet we are so similar, as we are both forests of minds, that it is good that we have learned to talk to one an other.

Who are the children you speak of? We do not know children separate from us.

[aatuylva]

I liked our game. Perhaps we can play again?
My children are those who live with me, they sleep beneath the branches. Fighting eternal, but different from the other children, my children are not like me...they are a forest, but the roots never touch, they are not of shining stone, nor are they of what I am. They are not of my brothers, nor of me, but I have adopted them.
Sometimes they build silly things, caves above ground and iron children. They call themselves many names, so I just call them mine.

Sometimes they frighten me, engines of fire they build, but my brothers calm me, they say they have plans for them. I just want to sing to them, but they do not listen very well...