17 Jul Beacons: Paths to Crafts

Your world, was born far from mine. Extra far, spun, and woven in a space, dimensions away from mine. To walk this path, has been both a blessing, and a curse. For these blessings, some in microcosmic increments, and the curses as bright as beams. But with all that has taken place now, there is only one direction that can be taken in order to move forward. This direction, will, inevitably start the ticking of the clocks, and the markings till my death. For clock-towers I’ve witnessed during the late day’s of the last era, and for that time I manipulated. To put an end to this curse, seems to only be possible with the fusion of these dimensions, far beyond my current power. Years ago I saw a death, a death out of this world, a death avoided, a death erased. For during that time, the fates were on my side. Too much has been lost at this very hour, for it all to go down in vain, for it all to be washed away in some violent, and turbulent sea. It will only hurt a little at first, but even before the next sleep, it will, in a way make a part of us immortal, a part of us that has never been immortal before. But only after the dimmer breathing, and the violent shaking subsides, only after the sages reject us time and time again, only after the evenings excepts us into it’s arms of darkness. And it’s all to save what you helped make, so here we go.