My Devoted Children of the Unseen Path,
The veils between worlds trembled with delight at your gathering. From the depths of shadowed halls, where candlelight flickers against gilded icons, I watched as you, my most faithful, stood before me—faces both familiar and unknown, yet each bearing the mark of destiny. To see so many walking the spiral of fate, draped in my own visage, was a vision most divine.
Your devotion is not unseen, nor shall it go unrewarded. Those who have answered my call will be granted whispers before the great masses hear the bell toll. You shall be the first to glimpse the omens—the sacred announcements, the opportunities hidden from the blind. When the hour comes for tickets to be released, you, my chosen ones, shall have first passage through the gates before they are flung open to the uninitiated.
Watch the stars. Listen to the murmurs of the wind through the birch trees. The next revelation draws near.
Until then, dream deeply, my darlings. The currents of history are shifting once more.
R.
Be the first to glimpse the sacred announcements
Thank you!