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Лошківлю Єнв Ївелях (Our Nation is not Dead Yet)
— the FREE REALM of —
NEO-ZULTHYRLAND
Persistently persevering in perpetuity, as a stronghold of halcyon serenity.
"Do you force your hand to change their will? Or do you change their will to force your hand?"
— His Imperial Majesty, the Martyr-King Arx I Tsiël (may God be pleased with him)
It is only natural for man to look ever upwards; therein lies an endless, free expanse of air and beyond it, a void adorned with the empyrean necklace of stars. There, somewhere far beyond the reach of our arms or even our chariots, lies our hopes, our dreams, and our wonder. However, one must look downwards as well, beneath their feet, into dirt that one might consider unassuming. Therein lies our past, which has built our present; and we mustn’t let it be forgotten, else tyrants-to-be who dream themselves your master will seize it to further their own machinations. You see, the story of the FREE REALM did not begin yesterday, its first-laid brick lies somewhere beyond the reaches of a shovel or even a drill, buried by the muck and mortar of aeons untold. What even lasts that long in this ephemeral world of ours, in this fleeting dreamscape? They saw different constellations above, scented completely different foliage around, and certainly heard tongues as far-removed to us as those languages from across the sea. The first name of this land isn’t even ZULTHYRLAND, in fact, it came second, and it was only a name used for a brief few years. It’s not a perpetually peaceful paradise as some might say, neither was an infernal imperium immanentising Gehenna as others said. It was just a country like any other, with people like us, saints and sinners in the most mundane manners. We weren't even the first to reach this land; we came from distant lands, clad in our armours and sailing on our ships to seize the malarial marsh of COTE NORDOUEST for ourselves. Mhm, this starts. |
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