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⚜ THE FLOWER SAGA ⚜
"Heaven fell to seed the soil, but it was the wrath of man that watered the thorns, thriving in a cage of flowers."


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"Twenty one centuries ago, heaven fell.
The valleys were cast, and the word was spurned,
weaving the first grave in which harrowed cries echoed..."

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I. THE BREAKING OF FIRMAMENT
XXI Centuries Past

The valleys were cast, and the word was spurned, weaving the first grave in which harrowed cries echoed, breathing light to a high queen's swansong, and beneath her feet inflamed the throes of rebellion, drawing the scorch marks, and revealing the foundation of a freed land in a wake of blood.

Firmament broke upon the land, and sought from the roots of eden came forth the evils of conquest & dominion. Angels warred with the world upon the brink of ruin. The frontlines chiseled into the soil itself, carving an identity for a land that would come to be known by to its inhabitants as the Country of Flowers.

When the smoke finally thinned, the victor decreed.
A triumph, yet pyrrhic, bought at the cost of everything.

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II. THE ERA OF CINDERS
XX Centuries Past

Twenty centuries ago, devastation brought waste.

The garden of flowers became cinders, and the ash beneath its path tore apart all the beauty that it hath, leaving silence in its aftermath. Heaven capitulates, and the wasteland bore both the sorrow of the forgotten, and the wrath of the enlightened. The weeds entwined, and festered, clawing at the wings of what could be, with the tumor that breathes its rot and brings descent, but in discourse therein lies a spark of reinvention that can bring about rebirth in the mural of collapse.

Still, upon the wreaths were sown the tyranny of the defeated, and the scorn of the failure.

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III. THE CRIMSON BLOSSOMING
XVIII Centuries Past

Eighteen centuries ago, the marrow of the hunted became the ink for the taint’s magnum opus.

Through desolation, the weeds prick through any solace found. Onyx wings, heralds of lost purity, tormented the survivors. Only crimson flowers remained, and even those were plucked as playthings. Blood fell upon blood, its scion lapping at the crimson essence, blossoming as Sinka. Laid to the ground, only remained blades of war held by the phantom grip of the fading memories, and those that have lost their way, but with tragedy, comes about birth.

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IV. THE SEPULCHER OF HYACINTH
XVII Centuries Past

Seventeen centuries ago, a country of flowers bloomed.

The fallen thrive, the halberds of cruelty decapitate, and an exodus commands forth the bleeding depraved to be expunged, buried underneath the grove where the burrows lay. Ebon feathers mark the fading history of antiquity, remained to scatter across the jungles, and mountains, divided by the cage of mortal dominion.

The lands array with strife are etched with the namesake of the Valleys, a representation of subjugation & solitude. Of sacrifice - and in its meaning, there it has been engraved upon these lands, upon the continent, sacrifice has come plenty. This is the jail of humankind, the largest prison known - costly freedom. The mark fades, and history is allowed to flourish from its vanishment.

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V. THE EMPIRES OF THE GARDEN
"Weeds & Lilies"


"The crow's nest ambushed by steel's bloodied squall."

THE HEGEMONY OF JUD
Amid war, and the resurgence of nations, there rose a man that would overthrow his betters, and drive his people towards conquest. What emerged from the carvings had become complete hegemony, rising through as an empire of vast land and wealth. They would be known as the Empire of Ged, for they were named and recognized for their conqueror, Jud.

Their dominion defined the continent, and the world came to call it the Land of Flowers. Here where maidens of war, and fearless warriors committed atrocities beneath blooming banners, waging the War of Flowers itself. The region would not quietly spill into subservience as great powers were subsequently beaten, and conquered. Bodies were used as sacrifice to appease and fuel the warbound motive of the Empire.

THE SPLENDOR OF HEDJPUT
Once famed for extravagance, exotic resources, and pacifist ideals, Hedjput had transformed from a wandering people into a formidable nation. They traded with neighbors and distant powers alike, adapting without surrendering their soul.

This rivalry would last for centuries, deadlocked into a stalemate. Raids became ritual. Lives were worn away like stone beneath running water. Those who might have shaped a brighter age met early ends. Innovations withered, arts was lost, and terror seeped through every valley and jungle of the Flower Continent.

Ged mastered war, and pressed its limits without rest,
striking the same soil again, and again like ravaging bolts of lightning.

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VI. THE FALL OF HAJAA
The Night the Salt Turned to Ash

Then came a fateful night upon the capital city Hajaa. Hedjput lost its pillars in a single breath. The lingering stalemate bled, swept away like smoke in the sudden, stinging ache of the truth.

['King' Amalvikram Lohiya raised a final host to challenge the Ged Empire, only to perish in the skirmishes that followed.]

The King fell to a brutal poisoning, and with him Hedjput splintered, teetering on the precipice of a civil war born of succession. The Ged Empire did not hesitate. Their armies surged, flocking like enthused vultures, circling around carrion. The guillotine dropped upon Hedjput, as the intensity levied upon them by Ged dramatically spiraled, devastating the country.

Gedeon forces ravaged the sacred lands of Hedjput, burning down their idols of worship, enslaving many of their people, and dragging them away as prisoners to be bound for sacrifice upon foreign altars. As Hedjput tried to desperately fight back, they mounted a final host to meet against Ged, and ultimately failed. Their leaders perished, and their banners fell, trampled underneath hooves and boots of the subjugating Gedeons.

THE AFTERMATH
Princes and princesses were taken, sold to distant lands, offered to gods, or wed into new dominions to bind conquered soil. Ships cleave through the waves soured with the stupendous defeat, and Hedjput ceased to exist as a living civilization. Their civilization brought to ruin as Ged claimed sole hegemony over the Flower Continent.

The flowers of Hedjput were made to wilt, as their nobles scattered, their traditions eroded and they became sojourners. Such humiliating defeat and trauma ruined their artifacts and wonders, and their great golds and wealth dwindled, their holy sites once sparks of the lands became but a dim light, a forgotten memory.

The Empire of Ged made the grave of their rivals an entire desert worth of ash with how brutal their conquest had been.

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What is once a broken flower may yet to bloom again, but in time,
as the many decades bury Hedjput to erased annals.

These tales survive only as whispers, dismissed as embellishment and a gross mistranslation.
Paraded in obscure books for children, history enthusiasts, or tall tale lovers.
These words failed the truth yet within them lingers a glimmer of implication.
Of which may sow a future, as unblemished as the past may have been in its bouquet of flowers.

The flower has not opened its final petal.

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...Faraway.

As smoke rises,

A bouquet of flowers is offered from distant hands,
gathered from sullied gardens.

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The last gift to the land of exodus.

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