Naelwyn
Non sum qualis eram
The Hourglass counts down to
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Saturday, April 12th
Expected to last around 1-2 hours, starting at...
[USA, Pacific] PST - 10am
[USA, Rockies] MST - 11am
[USA, Midwest] CST = 12pm
[USA, Atlantic] EST = 1pm
[Britain] GMT = 6pm
[Europe] CET = 7pm
[N.E Australia] AEST = 4am*
[S.E Australia] AEDT = 7am*
*Remember for these timezones it will be Sunday.
Tick. Tock.
Scintillating shards slowly slip from their perch, blacken, and fall.
And as the golden flakes fall, they blacken. They fester. They die.
Tick. Tock.
The wound in the world warps and bends.
Those that dwell within this place take, take, take, and return to stand vigil.
Tick. Tock.
The twisted ground twists further, heaving free of moorings and growing.
The fell hand's reach, extends.
Tick. Tock.
Leaves untended, wilt.
How long will the pristine remain pure?
The glint falls in the glass with the ticking of an old and worn clock.
The glint falls silent.
The glint falls in the glass with the clinking of well traded coins.
The glint falls silent.
The glint falls in the glass with the dull thud of a heartbeat.
And with each fading glimmer, another coin crumbles to dirt.
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Saturday, April 12th
Expected to last around 1-2 hours, starting at...
[USA, Pacific] PST - 10am
[USA, Rockies] MST - 11am
[USA, Midwest] CST = 12pm
[USA, Atlantic] EST = 1pm
[Britain] GMT = 6pm
[Europe] CET = 7pm
[N.E Australia] AEST = 4am*
[S.E Australia] AEDT = 7am*
*Remember for these timezones it will be Sunday.
Tick. Tock.
Scintillating shards slowly slip from their perch, blacken, and fall.
And as the golden flakes fall, they blacken. They fester. They die.
Tick. Tock.
The wound in the world warps and bends.
Those that dwell within this place take, take, take, and return to stand vigil.
Tick. Tock.
The twisted ground twists further, heaving free of moorings and growing.
The fell hand's reach, extends.
Tick. Tock.
Leaves untended, wilt.
How long will the pristine remain pure?
The glint falls in the glass with the ticking of an old and worn clock.
The glint falls silent.
The glint falls in the glass with the clinking of well traded coins.
The glint falls silent.
The glint falls in the glass with the dull thud of a heartbeat.
And with each fading glimmer, another coin crumbles to dirt.
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