There once was a duck named L'Orange,
Who was particularly fond of borage.
A trap we did lay,
Now his name is Pâté,
And we raise a glass in homage.
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Packrat Poet
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. I am very passionate about nature and want to combine science and art to enhance environmental awareness.
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The Darkest Eclipse
Eclipse of darkness; an entity that creeps in every few decades, to steal the memories of the enlightened ones. These people were called The Chosen Ones. They were extraordinary people, with divine destiny's. They each possessed memories so powerful, that they could change the fabric of existence. The god of death could not have that, so it would alter the universe by creating a being, that was not good, nor evil, but had a duty embedded into its very essence.
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Poor duck haha