-----Story 1----- -----Part 2----- "That's why people named Resura, Resura, cause it was a reborn place to live. And I was no longer apart of Resura...." ---------------- The wilds were better than the town for shelter. They had the leaves of the great trees. They had hard cold metal to shield your hair as well. Anywhere you went, you could find some sort of shelter, but with the wilds, you felt cold and hungry no matter what. The warmth was in Resura. But there was other things in the wilds that Resura didn't have. It had unclaimed food, denizens of life untamed, and more hidden information that you could dream. But, what is a forest without a name? I shall give it one... someday. ----------------- Taking in a smile, and touching the leaves infront of me. I couldn't help but be bewildered. How can such life thrive where there is no rules? No pushers, no workers, and no clocks. Resura, rebirth.... is that really rebirth? No no, it wasn't! The forest has comforted me, and comforted me well. Berries and fruits, nuts and seeds, and the plenty shelter and bewilderment to go with it all. In time, the forest was more of a life... than i ever knew. What does rebirth... mean? The life after a life? Or the reformation of life? I'm not sure, but in Resura, the books they say, rebirth is the reformation of life, after a life has been lost. After staying in this forest, I can't quite say the same. "Forest, what is the meaning of me being here? I dont have a name, and nor do you? Is that what society is? A name without a soul?" The silence that ensued, gave me all the answers I needed, and all the answers I didn't. The life around me told me what i needed to know, not the forest as the whole. It told me... and I found that I liked everything it said, and I found comfort in this lost civilization. This was the real Resura, not the one found in concrete and solidity.... I am in Resura... this forest is Resura, and nothing more. The town is only of lies, it is not a rebirth, it is a recontainment. I'll live out the days here... -------To be continued (Story 1)------ ----Story 2---- Tales of the lost time, are all what fanatics are searching for here. Where is here? Of course here in the new capital. Oh you don't know the capital? The capital of knowledge of course, Knownik. People read here, and gather knowledge, and live lies of solitude. No need for emotions and adventures when they are all written in texts for people to understand and read. What does Knownik look like? Well, that depends on how your mind perceives it, some see it as a twisting hall of confusion, and some see it as a straight hallway, or as a castle in some sky. Let your mind open, and you'll find knowledge on what Knownik is founded on, and how it works. ----------------- Books, are everywhere in my room. Its just a solid room, 4 walls, a bed, a desk and a bookshelf spanning the rest of the room. Knowledge is money, and how you live in Knownik. Books hold it all, they have texts from now, and from before. But Everyone wants a text of the lost time. Or the time before Resura grew and eventually inhabited the world. The pre-time, and lucky for me. I have got one of those texts. One from an un-named author. Take it from me; information is juicy when you can't tell who writes it. Gossip and lies are useless, but information from secret sources hold interest for all. People learn to sift through it all. But this isn't gossip, and lies. Its truths, straight from soil to civilization. How could one not want this? But... if only I could get where it came from. It says Resura, but Resura's age had no writers in the city. They couldn't have them with the world needing a new civilization. Something, to look into... --------End part 2------