The tragic Livare, condemned to an eternal soulless life

In pre-ancient times the spirit of Kyrim created Man and Woman. He was Livare, She was Flynn! Yet Kyrim the Great made but one mistake! On that dreaded Night of Obligations His Son was not given a soul, no Spirit, no life force.

So was the creation of Livare, the premier tragedie.

Oh Livare, the Tragedy you are.
Alive, yet not living.
You smile, yet you cannot feel happiness.

Majahi Livare!
I pray for you.
Will you ever be releas’d  by Death?

Livare my Livare,
are you doomed to forever be
Kyrim’s single mistake?

Cursed, Livare embarked his ship and set sail. On to that eternal gray ocean. Cursed to forever sail the eternal sea, to search for a soul, until the end of time.

And for ages he sailed. His body beaten by salty waves and harsh weather. His skin scorched by the burning sun and withered by that most treacherous enemy of all (young) men, time. His face grew old and its features diminished. But he sailed on.

The tragedie of Livare is not unlike the tragedy of all men. We must all segel & sail on restless seas, hoping to find a calm shore where Krim may receive us. But beware of the skerries of the Outer and Lesser Lindees, for un-logik is there! Yet mortal men are blessed with mortality, our search will soon end. Livare is cursed!  Forever will he sail, searching for his Father’s realm, that Majahian Kronkolonie, on those Greater Lindees.

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