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Bad Lands, the land discrete from the gale of monsoon, the only thunderstorm that was prayed to be hailed upon this land. There is a village named after the prestigious philosopher, Dyphlano Tyros. He was in search of peace, a harmony that would be far reach from rest of the mankind. In search of such a distant, separated and discorded habitat, he found this paradise situated right in the core heart of the impotent, malicious, Bad Lands. This village was then filled with oasis and inland water bodies which made him have a chance to settle his existence on this deserted land.
When he first stepped into this land, he was prepared for facing the absence of food, but, he was shocked to see the bunch of black fruits dangling from the tall, mountainous, and spontaneously grooved trees whose roots held on the cracks of the soil, like veins branching over bare skin. He tasted the joy of those fruits which were achieved after several aggressive shakes, creating a hive of vibration all over the plant, and as a result, the fruits landed right onto the ground, hard enough to make the existing cracks wider and deeper. This was how the prosperity and the symbol of this village rose in existence. He built up a settlement and spent his whole life exploring and discovering the lifestyle of a nomad.
Later on, when some camel riders lost their way in the vast, ridge-plated land covered by only sand and gravels, they luckily ended up in Tyros. They found his paintings engraved with curved lines on the rocky walls of the nearby mountain caves. They observed his way of survival in this lifeless desert by studying his scriptures and his house, made by several hand-made tools. They followed his footsteps and made their lives grounded solely on this vast land of moors. That's how the village of Tyros formed.
I, Aza Elias am the last descendent of this land of 'Heaven in Hell'. I am the only one living in this village which is now almost ragged and destroyed, with its stolen senescence and beauty. I am the only one still fighting with the odds and protecting my house from the hands of evil.
Never thought, I would be able to live this way. But, it has been five years since I am drifting apart in this blue ocean, abundant and lonely with a soul that is barely inside my heart; just caged with agony and sympathy. The darkness that is still so close to take over my mind, just protected by the warmth of hope, for the day I will get back my glory, my life, my belief; my people.
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