[PERSIST]
Life coursing through deep black earth, as burning rain fell. Trunks bending and swaying, leaves waving and tearing under catacylsmic wind and rain. Splinter. Break. Shatter. Die.
Persist.
Green shoots rising from splintered stump, three die, one devoured, one uprooted, starving in the shade. Fourth grows, rises, armors in bark and pumps with verdant sap. Break again. Die again.
Persist.
From broken fifth rises sixth. Seventh. Eighth. Ninth. Refusal of ruin.
Persist.
Roots sunk deep. Roots spread far. A hundred trunks, ten thousand leaves, a million shoots. Cataclysm roars, the deafening storm at the end of a world. The earth bucks and heaves, spitting the blood of broken continents. Shattered, burned and broken. Roots remain. Will remains. Trunks, leaves and shoots will rise.
Persist
+4 XP to Persistence Concept
Persistence III->IV
Come Wrath. Come Ruin. Break shape and body a hundred times. So long as will remains you have not reached the end
The jungle heat, the conflagration of the earth or the sky, they were not her. But it resonated all the same. She had seen the trees clinging to frozen mountains, on peaks so cold the air felt like razors in ones lungs. They too sunk their roots deep, so deep into rock and gravel and ice. Old iron evergreen, sundered by frozen air, buried in countless tons of snow.
Persist.
Scatter new needles, come the sun, push new trunk from frozen earth. A scrawny, starving child, inelegant and ugly, bleeding fingernails clawing at the frozen dirt, dragging a broken limb into the safe shadows at the alley mouth.
Limited child, not reconciling the green and the cold. She was not the unruffled lake, though she found some value in its depths, the supremacy of formlessness and essence over flesh. She was, in the end, nothing so elegant. A stubborn thing who could only…
Persist.
