Only one chapter separates the first life and the first murder. Life and death have always gone hand in hand, one refuses to live without the other. Blood watered the fresh ground of Eden, its earth still warm and unknowing of the horrors capable of being done. Its innocence stripped away, it carried the burden of the dead and the damned.
“The voice of your brother\'s blood is crying from the ground.” Oh Abel, for what reason did you cry out? For vengeance? For grief? Did anyone answer your pleas? Or was it the earth alone that remained steadfast. When your body is decayed and your name forgotten, the earth will hold onto you forever. It sees all and remembers all.
How much have you seen? Tell me, oh Earth, what stories lie far within your terrestrial tomb. What tragedies have marred your once-pure soil? Is there peace for those who rest in your embrace? Or do their voices join together to utter even a single syllable?
You hold the forgotten dreams, the unfinished aspirations, the scorned hopes of all who are committed to your care. Does the weight ever become too much to bear? The constant cycle of life and death with no reprieve. And yet you will remain, watching and guarding, the first and final hearth, patiently waiting for the day when we add to the mysteries of your abode.