There was a type of people, learned people, scholars, shamans, wise men of educators, as they were called by various names, they talked with the flowers, flowers were symbols of change, and because they faded, their petals fell apart. They could telepathically hear and speak with these flowers. Through observing flowers, The Learned Ones understood change, wondered about it, and marveled at its beauty. Flowers said to The Learned Ones about their embracement of the universe, and how change was the functioning engine that ran existence. It was through thought that The Learned Ones spoke with flowers. The flowers were like people, some knew more than others, but the main thing is that they knew about the change.
The world of the fantasy world always changed there were so many disasters that changed the landscape, volcanic eruptions, floods, and earthquakes occurred all the time. in certain regions of the mythical world, disasters were so common that change was part of their philosophy, but some referred to understanding change. Some sacred books despised change; change in sacred books had nothing to do with nature.
The cityscape of a village is ever-changing, and building styles change as times go on. Many of the elderly of a village would reminisce about the time they were children and young adults, structures that once existed, are only memories in pictures of the images or written descriptions. During the present time, structures in villages had become very large, not in height but in the amount of land that it takes up. Many of the decorations of a structure change a new body of rulers comes in changing all the murals, reliefs, and sculptures. There was a lot of anger that erupted when murals were wiped out, some had been considered landmarks to the people of the village and outsiders, and some of these murals were done by great artists of the past and present, but now they are gone, some murals were scratched off through age, vandalism not a common thing in the mythical world. Hundreds of beams of light that resemble twines of string jutting out from the wall creating many images, the beams of light danced around just like some of the buildings that are constructed in the same way. These beams of light can be touched as if they are solid objects; the touch is hot because of the high energy. There are murals with images that almost look like a movie screen, with moving paintings painted on solid stonewalls and wooden panels. There is no intricate machinery or electrical system that makes the painting progress. For many years people had admired the pictures that moved on the wall. When that was done away with, there was often a protest from the council chamber, no matter what works were being destroyed to make way for new ones.
Groups of people try to escape change by running away from the tribe they belonged to as they escaped to a region to live to recapture the past. Change eventually overtook them in the ways of the young people who rejected their parent’s culture for the newest trends. Other people escape with their minds trying to reconcile what they know with what is changing. Some wish to enter dream chambers, where they dream for the rest of their lives, altogether rejecting reality. Some just continue to live the way they once lived in their younger days.
People who don’t wish for change created their own community or created a field around their community, similar to what others did in the mythical world by going into another universe, an artificial one as people use for study, a universe of one, where they are the only ones who exist there. Like anywhere else, groups are created to cope with change; these people try to resist change by force, arguments, or trying to change the ruling body of the authorities. None of this worked, no matter what happened, time always erased what was caused before. When entering a village or the communities, there is tower-like structures with sphere shapes as part of the construction. There are communities within communities where time has stopped or progressed.
Robert J. Matsunaga