<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737156901142237066</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:47:26.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringer of Twilight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737156901142237066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dragon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chronicler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DndthpWgmwY/Thd2PTy-vAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/a59NYF8dRFc/s220/Chronicler%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737156901142237066.post-8354461077093226220</id><published>2008-09-02T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:55:33.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I watch their words with the slightest of smiles, for a smile is better than bitter tears. I wonder if they know I watch them, but that ability is rare, for while it is hard to find a shadow, it is even harder to find a shadowy light. If there is light, there is shadow. But I am both, and both are me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I ever did fall into the darkness, I would be alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melanchony knows me like its own, and I know it. I have accepted pain long ago, and it has been a constant companion through the ages, the only thing that reminds me that I live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737156901142237066-8354461077093226220?l=twilight-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/8354461077093226220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737156901142237066&amp;postID=8354461077093226220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737156901142237066/posts/default/8354461077093226220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737156901142237066/posts/default/8354461077093226220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-watch-their-words-with-slightest-of.html' title='Fading away...'/><author><name>Chronicler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DndthpWgmwY/Thd2PTy-vAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/a59NYF8dRFc/s220/Chronicler%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737156901142237066.post-7450233468946514821</id><published>2008-09-02T01:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:32:55.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The observations I make while watching the world go past can be rather unique in their manner. A storm to me, is a thing of beauty, as I can see the wind itself and nature causing the rain drops to fall upon the ground. Rain is rather melanchony, it reminds me of a home I am not sure I will see again. But most of all, it reminds me of times gone by that I can never return to again. So much has changed, both good and bad, but all I can do is move on. I leave my footsteps behind in the hope that somebody will remember when I leave, but I can only watch as the waters of time erase them. I save lives, noly to be forgotten, and to fade away like a wraith without a wish to keep it in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737156901142237066-7450233468946514821?l=twilight-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/7450233468946514821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737156901142237066&amp;postID=7450233468946514821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737156901142237066/posts/default/7450233468946514821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737156901142237066/posts/default/7450233468946514821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/09/observations-i-make-while-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Chronicler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DndthpWgmwY/Thd2PTy-vAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/a59NYF8dRFc/s220/Chronicler%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737156901142237066.post-6708539881403189300</id><published>2008-09-02T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:52:33.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Twilight - that resting stage between light and dark. That is my codename, for the Chronicler believes that it is so. I stand in the shadow and the light, half-way... I try to change the world with my thoughts, but yet it seems to ultimately fail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgive me for my forgetfulness. My name is Ebrith Sal'Korn, as the Chronicler calls me. Know that true names give power, so you will likely never be able to know mine. I am as the wind, drifting away... gone before you knew I was even there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737156901142237066-6708539881403189300?l=twilight-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/6708539881403189300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737156901142237066&amp;postID=6708539881403189300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737156901142237066/posts/default/6708539881403189300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737156901142237066/posts/default/6708539881403189300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Chronicler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DndthpWgmwY/Thd2PTy-vAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/a59NYF8dRFc/s220/Chronicler%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
