Platform Art Photo Text March 2015 | Page 49

Questions, a world full of questions.I have woken up to the unbearable answerless sky every morning for as long as I can remember. Yet I am only just beginning to understand my own thoughts on this world. Thoughts I have gathered over so many years. It must start with the Auruna. Everything seems to lead back to the extinct, cryptic race, yet we know so little about them. Only that they must have been more advanced than the 7 races that I pray still inhabit this world, put together. Possessing near to unlimited power and knowledge beyond our own mortal comprehension. It has been around 100 years since our world parted and the whole age ended. A time where man could walk the earth for weeks, even months without falling off it's edge into unknown depths. A time where the wind was a whisper and not a cry of despair. I have spent my time in this fractured world, as if it's pieces are a puzzle itself. Researching our ancestors from the whole age and the Auruna who existed eons before them. All in the hope of solving the mystery behind the catastrophe and how this world can be saved. I am one of very few who believes there is still hope for the pieces of a planet Ben Hodge