This picture and story are basically the beginning of a story tumblr I will be sharing with anyone who is interested.

This is the end, and Grey is ready to share his tales.

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My name is Grey, known as a wanderer, an adventurer.

Silence is what we name our world now, a bare comparison to our long past. It is silent, covered in desolated earth. But flesh has changed to suit this cold life.

Bone has always remained the simple beginnings of our way of life. It is what remains, what needs protection in a skeleton. Flesh turns to leather and cloth, acting in place as skin. Metal is even more precious, an armor that protects the most sensitive of bones.

Isn't it funny how our greatest strength turns to our greatest weakness?

Yet this is not what I want to tell you, or anyone else here. No. Come, sit by our green fires, sustained by copper-waste fuels and burning coal, listen to my tales that come from a soul considered ancient, wisdom and knowledge past the limit of my race's living.

Now, the world had not always been a place of mechanic process, where blood has become 'Ink', and our King wanders these lands. It had once been cloaked in darkness, and before, filled with the pleasant mists of the morning.

But these places come to an end by hands greedy and vengeful. These hands reached out and took the balance, destroying what had been once, and pulling it into a darker reality.

So tell me, as you stare into our flames, what tales do you want to hear? When the world was young? When darkness took our vision? What about now?