Many apologies, a lot of the wallpapers in the early days did not contain any comments
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces: