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Who: all, gods and mortals
Where: the foundations of a city
When: 199, on what should be the start of an Autumn morning
What:

[ It has been a long, hot night of work. Those about to turn in for the day, may not notice the young man in black climbing the tallest structure he can. It is just as the horizon is about to burn that he speaks. His voice is slurred slightly in the way of one who has not been able to hear themselves speak for some time, but the words carry impossibly loud and perfectly through all the city. ]

Hark, O gathered! A new tapestry has begun!

Still your hands and open your ears to this prophecy is spoken to both god and mortal in tandem.

Our lady has put aside the threads of red fire and graying earth.

She weaves now of a deep, wide blackness, though which we are the only true light.

Each nation shall bind together, making a hundred vessels and a hundred more.

In this way we will be delivered from the wrath of the mother of our father.

But there will be a heavy price for this salvation!

Cords that were once unending, shall too meet sheers.

The very frame on which all things were woven must itself be shattered- each piece.

We are burried in the cracking hills, in the boiling sea, in the holy places now dying.

Destroy us, and in our destruction shall be your deliverance.

Sabra La Tau will die. Sabra La Tau will live.

Sabra La Tau will become the stars.