Cantors and other frolickers cannot be dissuaded from their march of doom. Chosen for their indifference to the winds, these merry revelers can be seen, late at night, wandering the streets of our dreams. "There cannot be an end to this", the dregs scream. Yet with each passing day they approach the twin gods of Ximian and Hortos. With trepidation we stand by and watch this spectacle, but the "dancers shall dance" and the party must go on.
The 3rd Council of princes is held in Paris. Levantines attend and the way is forged for new and more horrible devastation among the simple folk. Without warning, there shall be 6 lights in the sky - each portending a different outcome, each carrying a different curse.
The ORANGUTAN KING tilts towards peace, but is pulled towards war. His admirals and generals plead with him, "shall we not have OUR time in the sun?" This pleading goes nowhere. The ape-king has other plans, agendas, great secrets, and this too will be revealed upon the sepulcher of mendacity. The dark-lawyer keeps watch, takes notes, and will not stop. Other prisoners of fate beckon as well.
The river of tailing flows forth from the broken mountains of GOST. Birds of 12 types frequent those hills, valleys, realms ... all of them dangerous to those who are not true. Forget what you know of distant eons, a time is coming when each shall be judged for their mirth.
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