There is a voice upon the waters. There is a longing in the deep. There is an uncertainty within the Realm. I desire the wisdom that comes from forgiveness. I am given instead forgiveness Herself. She comes to me in silence, draped in the cloak of despair. She speaks no words, but reveals much. I can only stare and wonder, as she passes through the gates and back into the wilderness. The people ask me what I have seen. I tell them, the charity of delight. I tell them, the reign of peace. I tell them, the deceit of hope. They ask again. I tell them nothing. And so the people begin to remember the Song, but only in part and only by degree. There is much to come before the Song passes the lips of the people and illuminates the Name, before the hearts of the people brave again the inner darkness, before the Soul of the people is reforged. But all of this passes in a flash of understanding, and we return again to the place of beginnings.
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