I, The Messenger
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- Dying light
- Hope is transient
- Declaration of the hierophant
- Soundlessness. The world has no sound.It is so cold, so bitterly cold. The chill freezes your veins, swallowing your being whole. Another moment, another moment, and you are certain your death shall be met by the unforgiving frost.
- Starless night skies
- What shook you from your reverie is a warm light.The light walks closer, and closer, and closer to you. You know this because no longer is the cold so fierce; it settles in calm, relaxing waves, undulating in your being as a slight coolness mellowed by a blazing warmth.
- Heed your calling, child of man
- "It is cold, is it not?" You don't hear the voice, per se; you think of it, but it does not belong to you. A sonorous voice echoes the message telepathically, harmonic, melodious."I cannot maintain the Astral Plane for long, so I beg you to pay close attention. Look behind you."
- The way ahead feels lonely
- And so you do. "The world is in ruin, society collapsed, nations divided. Shall this perpetuate, Earth will eat itself from the inside. I cannot let that happen; you must go and see this apocalypse foiled. You shall enact peace in my stead."
- “Go, child of man.” The deity swings the gavel. “And be strong.”She looks away from you, and you notice her muttering something obscure, incomprehensible.You are certain guilt was strewn across her visage.
- You are shaken awake to the scent of sulfur and ash.
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