The Aeolian Master Book One Revival
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Eolia stood contemplating a leaf hanging from the branch of a tall, beautiful tree in the meadows between the high snow capped mountains. He could see into its network of life in, which the cells were working as a colony to serve the being. Sunlight was converted. ATP was being created and spent for life functions. Carbon dioxide and water were utilized to produce glucose. The Krebs cycle was a complete picture in Em's eye. He could see it functioning in its entirety.
He understood everything about the mechanics of the tree. How it grew. How it lived. How it propagated its species. And how it died. But he didn't understand where the being came from which gave it the means for consciousness.
He looked deeper, scanning the molecules and then the atoms, flashing energies in the microcosmic worlds beneath, but the answer wasn't there.
Maybe one of the visitors, those who came to the fields, could tell him. He considered asking, but as he watched, the leaf suddenly began to crumble. It disappeared. Where did it go? He looked up. The mountains disappeared and then the fields.
He could hear a loud rushing in his ears. It was the wind blowing up a storm with hurricane force to destroy and tear the cities apart. The waves were crashing down on the rocks sending rivers of water into the city flooding the buildings and the homes, and drowning out life. The thunder was loud and the lightning brought the vision of the horror in the streets. The clouds tumbled in anger, being wisped apart. The wave rose two hundred feet in the air—a tidal wave—and crashed down on the city destroying everything under its crushing fury with millions of tons of water.
The clouds became red like a red lantern in the black of night, illuminating and sending forth ominous feelings of danger and despair. They spread the light over the destruction below, and soon the waves were red and also the rocks. The lightning streaked through the clouds and it too was red.
The red overwhelmed and the storm faded. The rushing became faint. And the lightning was gone.
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