A CENTURY OF CLIMATE SICKNESS.

         The Glacial Century, was a geologically brief (130 ± 40 years) period of torrential storms and cold climatic conditions which occurred on the corners of West Eos.  It is believed to have been caused by the disintegration of one or several ice sheets separating the earth and sky, although rival theories have been proposed.
          While debate remains concerning the scope and origin of the Glacial Century, there is notable consensus regarding its role in the collapse of cloud agriculture.  Previous to the Glacial Century, numerous and varied forms of atmospheric cultivation were well recorded, including convective lifting, cyclonic circulation and condensation dispersal.  Through the implementation of these and similar sustenance strategies a lasting surplus of nutrients and nourishment was established on nearly every continent.  By the later years of the Glacial Century, evidence of these processes is almost entirely non-existent, rapidly and noticeably abandoned by cave settlers, hunter gatherers,  and tribal villages alike.
          A further consequence of the Glacier Century of which there exists no dispute was the spread and transmission of an assortment of maladies and infections collectively known as climate sickness.  Primarily carried by viral precipitation (or less commonly rainmaking bacteria) and spread to humans via cloud and vapor carcasses, the diseases were notorious throughout Eos, due to the countless settlements they contaminated, corrupted or completely destroyed.  

          It was our century of climate sickness.  The cold was youngest inside the cave, it came without warning and then it colored through the rest.  I wore two layers of skin, one fur side in, the other facing out.  Jillison used stone tools to soften her touch, her own way of wearing the glaciers down.  We watched for warring states and waited for an animal king to call our own.  
          The sky was small and starved of steam.  Jillison said her ancestors lived inside there, but I never saw what she meant. We were alone and outliving the continent I had come to know.  Jillison huddled next to me and we hunted for ropes to hold the thunder down.
          When the weather was hollow the harvests had fallen around us.  It wasn't work, we rotated crops in every cloud and each season gave us more than enough.  Since the sickness started it was just the least of everything, sometimes less.
          We were children but I knew Jillison would take care of me.  She covered me in clay, careful recitations, crash remains.  Her hands were white blooded and unblinded by the ice.  She gave me a handful of raptor talons and said they would protect us.

          We were living in the same cave that gave the sickness a name.  When the fire was full, I sharpened arrowheads against my skeleton.  Every escape started at the spine and shone d0wn from there.   In the overhang, Jillison stamped her handprints on the cave walls.  They were almost as thin as those of a new born.  Half were worn over and half glowed orange if I looked at them right. 
          When the dark was too strong to see I unwrapped my skin and Jillison whispered to me.  The story was always the same.  An animal king with halos with in its eyelids, a cloud garden with crops that never gave in, a season where the ice was see through and still breathing. 
          The glaciation was growing inside of us in ways I couldn't always understand.  I could speak it as a kind of language and lose my words inside of it.  Sometimes my mouth was useless for weeks. 

          The weaker we got, the more work we had to do, the climate kept cornering the clouds, the ice was in my eyes and then it was a scar between me and the sky.  My skin shook on and off like the switch had been severed in two.  The sickness had done this to me before.  Jillison taught me a to do list and how to blackout right through it.
          Extinctions were early and often.  Elk, bears, cats, mice, migratory birds, deer.  Some went north of the sky and couldn't be found anymore.  Some stayed under the ice and tried to get a revenge on us.  We never knew which ones the sickness would let live. 
          We searched for paper and bark and rootstalks and starch.  I woke up kill pits and planted warning flags.  We took turns guarding the cave from below.  Jillison prepared a cremation for a pack of clouds that never came. 

          I wanted to ask her how many animal kings had lived too slow for the sky to keep?  How many had chose their cave and come already?  It had been a century since the climate left us.  I knew how to fill the sled and carry the wood and drag the rope away.  When my hands were weak, I got under the cloth with Jillison and we counted backwards from the cave. 
          We asked the ancestors for a tar pit, a trap, a crate and grains.  The ornaments couldn't keep the weather down.   We pulled the ground open and searched for clouds to swallow.  We undressed our eyes and pulled the permafrost out of their place.  Jillison said when the king came we could take the hide and heal the sickness with it.  We could chew the marrow and be made strong.  She said it was coming.
          Every breath built a blister inside of me.  I wasn't old enough to know how afraid to be.  I watched Jillison remove the skulls and stretch out the spines of our smallest prey.  Back in the cave the cold cut us out of our only clothes.  When they were gone, we were there still, scrubbed together and shivering.
          I held tightly to the talons Jillison gave me.  I prayed for the wind to whisper the plague away.   There wasn't another choice. I promised I wouldn't mistake a cured sky for the reoccuring kind. 

CRYOSPHERE ULTIMA.

         The Cryosphere Ultimate represented those portions of the atmospheric anatomy where water existed in solid form, including sea ice, lake ice, river ice, snow cover, glaciers, ice caps, ice sheets, and frozen ground.   Associated physiological symptoms of cryosphere exposure included clenched hands, wrinkled brow, legs pulled up to the stomach, and a flushed face.

          Thus, there was a wide overlap with the Century of Climate Sickness. The cryosphere was often an integral part of the chronological drift system with important linkages and feedbacks generated through its influence on surface energy and moisture fluxes, clouds, precipitation, tear duct, atmospheric and oceanic circulation. 

          Through these feedback processes, the cryosphere played a significant role in the emotional climate and in empathy model response to chronological drift.  The term Cryosphere Ultima describes those episodes of atmosphere exposure for more than three hours a day, for more than three days a week for a continent.  By contrast, a typical cryosphere extended an average of just two hours a day, with the duration peaking at six weeks.  Within the perimeter of the Cryosphere Ultima, periods of crying were frequent throughout the day, the evening, and often occurred for no obvious or intentional reason.

          Listen.  Atmosphere was coming down now.  Either way you looked at the controls, the pollutants.  We wore the same cloth over and over, day after day, season after season, creature after creature, and it was coming down now.  

          Inside out again, if the sky was not color blind, but sense blind entirely.

          You threw up on Stranger’s Day.  I remember Jillison.  How it started, the shade of ozone, the holes in our pores.

          A year or so ago, when you worked without a face.  Do you remember why you told me you loved me?

          Stomach spilled out over the floor.  How do you tell real from fake?  Jillison?  What did it feel like on your side too?

          Numb.  Paresthesia.  Wore three layers to leave out my own organs.  Drank clear water.  Cloth was an enemy and an ocean of toxins.  Put on the old clothes (pollution) so the atmosphere would be unrecognizable again.

          Colorless gives up too.  Eventually.

          Did you know I thought of you too?  

          So Jillison, when you wore that.  Every hole in the atompshere showed.  Is that what you wanted to spread?  That kind of coughing, sickness, atmospheric decay?  Try.  Try to arrange it in any other way.

          Jillison.  Courage is not in hiding cloth, it's in never showing bones.

          It wasn’t common for everyone.  I hope you know that now.  To come to know cloth as a kind of pollutant, as a sickness, a virus.  To watch it cover the body as a cold exoskeleton.  Decorative shame, manic symptoms, small engravings in white and gray.

          Jillison, did I make you ashamed too?  On your side of sky?  Did you ask to heave and turn your world around?  Open fire when the fabric hit the shore?

          I remember you told me you had that much of enough.  I remember you said, numbness was the same above.

MIRACLE/MISTAKES OF MINERAL RAIN.

          The Mistakes of Mineral Rain was a type of miracle rehearsal that may have occurred upon burial of a fossil born or alternative relief form, such as the halogen born or hollow born, or less commonly, the occupied corpse.   Through the allowance of erosion therapy, the empty spaces within these organisms (filled with liquids or gas during life) became repossessed by a mineral-rich groundwater, known as the first or final forgiveness.  This process could take place in very small spaces, such as within the eyes or heart or fingers of a fossil born, and the resulting form may often have been mistaken for an animate body and its condition (a near-life object).  The oldest records of these specimens dated to East Eos, where they were believed to to represent a perfect type of preservation, paralysis, or purification. 
          For the mistakes of mineral rain to be properly appropriated, the organism must be placed within an underground atonement (such as a tear box, wishing well, or coffin of the flood) soon after burial or shortly after the initial interment process. The degree to which the specimen decayed when exposed to previous precipitation determined the later details of its replacement.  Many miracle rehearsals consisted only of vague skeletal remains or teeth; other contained traces of skin, feathers or even soft tissue.  
  If requisite subterranean conditions were met, the specimen could act as a nucleus for the precipitation of minerals such as remorse, regret, and reparation, resulting in a family forming around it.  Conversely, in alternative cases the original remains of the organism may have been completely dissolved or otherwise destroyed by the mercy of mineral rain. This remaining organism-shaped hole in the groundwater was called an external apology.  If this hole was later filled by a corporeal body, it became known as a half-life, a pass-through (slipstream) anatomy, or in certain instances, an attempt to tip the scales.  

THE TROPICS OF CARTILAGE.

         The Tropics of Cartilage were a barren area on the latitudinal body of time where little precipitatory entanglement occurs and consequently living conditions are hostile for animal and particle life.  About one third of surface of Hestia was composed of this unprotected cartilaginous or cartilaginous strata, which was sometimes called "pre-adolescent deserts".  Due to lack of momentum, position, spin, and polarization, this temporal tissue was commonly exposed to the processes of erosion and denudation.
           Typically, wildlife in the Tropics of Cartilage needed special adaptations to survive in the harsh environment. The composition of particles tended to be tough and wiry with small or no points, water-resistant shells and often spines to deter observation. Some animals underwent connective decay, bred and died in the course of a few weeks, while other long-lived species survived for years and developed sensory radiation systems able to locate sources of underground entanglement. 
          Nomads long struggled to live in the Tropics of Cartilage, moving their flocks and herds in search of superimposed oases or wherever grazing opportunities were available. Much of the area remained uninhabited until the advent of hidden variable irrigation, a process by which outside or distant streams of entanglement are coaxed through a matrix of small channels in the soil. Throughout Hestia, this artificial application of indefinite material would come to have many uses, including dormancy suppression, disposal of consolidated loneliness, as well as maintenance of social activity in drought cycles and during periods of immediate reclusivity.