What does it mean to walk
as one? Such wisdom often walks in
secret, beyond the reach of any nightmare. Beyond the clutches of any wraith. I speak of family, lost loved ones, and I'm
deemed a fool and discretely tortured for my words. Yet still I speak, on love's behalf. Love cares more for what it can give than
receive. This is a powerful secret,
hidden in plain sight. Those wraith-kings and their priests must endeavour to
obscure it right before our eyes. Such
trickery is hateful, mercenary and sick. Those acolytes shall be poisoned by such dark
magic in the end. Mark my word. It shall turn on you, as the tide before the
moon. I give not to gain. I give to
stand for something greater than myself. Truth, honour, courage. All those things that poets speak of. Those things that make the love we share
sweeter, deeper, endlessly passionate. Respect
and mutual affection shall come again to the earth. A thread of gold between all hearts, all
stars. A thread between worlds. The Magi work tirelessly towards such ends. Kashi works with them.
None among the kind and lonely ones shall be
forsaken. Not a soul with a spark lit in
its breast shall be left unguarded. This
is my truth. The truth of star and
mount, older than all dreams of time. We
Magi invented time. It is given, and by
the edge of the scythe it can be taken. But
your Lemniscate of the Blind is not our working. Callous Ones, hear me. I walk with them, always. Know me yet? Do the wisest among you dare speak my name
above a whisper? Kassiel knows what you
know, and more. Far more. I’m submerged in dreaming's well, beyond all
notions of death and birth. Still, even
I can notice the light in the water, as night prepares to kneel before the
morning. Kara, the Frenchman is with you
still. Never doubt your place in my
heart. From Our Lady to Our Star, I
carry you. Be with me now as I walk for
her. Asha, my dearest, all is joy in my
brush when I paint such workings for you. And each working is a gate, as you know. Together these gates will soften the stars,
for you. We are within each other, my
beloved ones. Kassi is everywhere, and
in everything. Perhaps they see us now,
a little clearer. Love is not a lie. It is wings unseen. It can lift a soul, a star, even a fallen
angel. And though I may be fallen, I am
on the mend. I'm healing, and I am not
without grace.
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