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| 30- Tales from the
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So Zymachi have
understood that Proteena is not damaged number eight, whose carcass
still lies in the belly of the Jellywhale. "Who am I?" says Proteena
"Who are WE, maybe..." and, exalted by the encounter with the thief,
she start to talk about the Cycledwellers.
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Time
ago, the Cycle was strong, fertile, and gave everything it's dwellers
could possibly need. You could hear the music of the Cycle from the
high peaks where the Spiky live to the deepness of the Internal Sea,
inhabited by Mermaids. |
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Every
once the Cycle shifts to a total Glaciation, forcing it's dwellers to
recover in deep letargy. No one knows how long this Ice Age lasts, and
how soon it will be back, but in the meanwhile the Cycle swarms with
life. |
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First
to defrost are the Outer Fathers, the Spiky. They are blood thirsty
beasts, and welcome the thaw with nostalgic, unspeakable chants. No one
can get close to a Spiky (unless they've been modified at birth)... |
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...no one except the Middle Mothers, the Travelers,
as we call them. They are quiet and sweet creatures, devoted to the
care of baby dwellers. Thanks to their relentless activity, opposite
regions of the Cycle can keep in touch. Some of the Travelers, captured
by Glaciation while on the high peaks, as soon as conditions allow it,
mate with Outer Fathers, receiving the First Egg. Then, through the
pores on the bottom of canyons, start their journey to the Internal
Sea. |
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First
they have to descend from the highest branches of the Forest, wich is
beginning to defrost, water flowing on icy trunks. From the darkness of
their hideaways, shine the eyes of the Middle fathers, the Thieves, too
numb to bother the Travellers on their way to the roots of the
Forest... |
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... where sprawls the limitless city of Central Parents, the Soldiers and the Scientists. |
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30.2- Tales
from the Cycle 2.
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