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i won't shiver in the cold i won't let the shadows take their toll i won't cover my head in the dark and i won't forget you when we part collapse the light into earth [porcupine tree - collapse the light into earth] A living building; she was created as if a golem, except that rather than a figure of clay, she was built from mountains and stone. You wouldn't even notice her, settled down to rest since oh-so-long ago. Time has passed, and nature has taken its course; if you look, you can find her, tucked away under grass and soil, hiding within moss and ivy and saplings, under the feet of insects and creatures, a perch for birds. Deep below, within her corridors and byways, there is a world of information stored away. An archive, full of books and records and files; pages and writings from ages long since passed. She was a storehouse -- a guardian that was sturdy and impenetrable as rock, but which could raise up and move on if the situation became dire. Upon orders, she now remains still, always waiting patiently for the time when she will be needed again. |