Story time.
once upon a Times ...................
there was a village , besides a town .
Both towns were in the sky , one on either side of the sky , each rode their horse across at night to see their weird cousins .
As the earth was spinning no body would decide that time would come as it would of its own accord, when the towns would switch across the cousins , and the faces reversed .
As the cousins , were the keepers of the secret key , which had been placed beneath a tree , which grew strong and steadfast within both skies , each in fact related and rooted , long ago in time somewhere in the far darkness of long past.
By the time the time , eventually came upon the people of both the village and the town , and the story also placed in the river that both drank from , it seemed nobody still remembered .
As dialects differed , and discrimination was rampant , communication seemed almost impossible , albeit , to leave traditional language terms alone , and instead to relate in a indiscriminate sense , to appeal to common senses.
As both sides of the tree were both sides of the self , drinking from the same river , stemming back long in time , the mirror sheen of the rivers water , was evident , yet when pressed because of the differing views gave differing appearances , by the time the matching reflections showed up ,
of the village and the town , in the river at a particular moment which was predicted and aligned in time .
Prevailing wars over both the river and the reflection , spanned so far in time , hardly any body remembered , how the impressions got there in the first place .
Or that they belonged to them at all .
They each blamed the other village , for throwing the first stone that had caused the war , the war of the two impressions of the tree , which were seen from each and either side of the river .
One day , two brothers were born , who saw back far along the tree , in time .
It was important for them not to give away the story of what was to come too soon ,
as both the trees first needed to become aware of the trees branches , and then slowly of their cousins as the keepers of the tree in the earth , and that their own reflection existed there , for time and time and times again .
Precious and careful seed care was required , to proceed with the givers of the tree of the seeds,
that they would slowly become aware without coming to injury , or injury each other as them self in the process.
