| Some would call it epiphany,
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| others would deem it the final descent into madness…
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| whatever the case, the last vestiges of those tenuous
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| palisades which had previously,
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| and blessedly, safeguarded my reason and prevented
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| my mind from accepting the full and staggering magnitude
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| of the naked truth then crumbled,
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| fading into nothingness like the dissolution of a night-mist.
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| At length, one oppressively miasmic night,
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| with such malefically portentous lore preying pitilessly
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| upon my sanity, I began to descend through a myriad
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| veils of sombre and swirling shades,
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| finally surrendering my grip on wakefulness.
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| And on that fitful, fateful eve, the last of the dreams came…
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| A waking dream?
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| I dare not speculate.
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| The vision was mine, the soul too.
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| . |
| but the time, the place,
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| the very flesh, all this and more was unknown to me.
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| I stood upon a nighted vista.
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| . |
| unfeasibly alien, and yet at once wholly, unnervingly familiar.
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| In my hand I grasped a glimmering crystal which although
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| beautiful in its shimmering radiance,
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| was as black as the impenetrable depths of the most stygian midnight sea.
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| As I gazed into the obsidian heart of the gem,
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| a needle of black light lanced forth from its multi-faceted
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| surface and filled my eyes with a panoply of fantastic
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| hues, revealing to me in between its pulses of massing
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| darkness certain fleeting glimpses of places and things
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| so fantastically terrifying that I could not faithfully
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| begin to recount their hideous and yet grimly compelling nature.
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| A terrible sound filled my ears.
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| . |
| an insidious resonance which sent waves of excruciating
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| pain coursing through my mind.
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| . |
| a sound which inexorably coalesced into a recognizable
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| but entirely inhuman voice,
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| a voice which slowly, inevitably,
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| formed approximations of words which I could discern…
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| Hearken, o' manling of the Tellurian orb… the Circle closes.
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| Perpare to embrace the agony of enlightenment.
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| Know you of the Six Cataclysms?
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| I do. |
| Six times has the world perished and been reborn!
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| You have discovered the true meaning of the six coruscating
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| rings of arcane power?
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| Praise Klatrymadon and Zuranthus! |
| The Six Keys!
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| Know you of the blackened orb which burned bright o’er ancient Lemuria?
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| Know you of the sidereal flame which engulfed the high
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| seat of power in Ultima Thule?
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| Know you of that martial sorcery woven in the pitiless
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| throng of epic battle?
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| Know you of the astral power permeating the multiverse
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| and the might of the cosmic codex?
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| Know you of the rise and fall of glorious Atlantis?
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| Know you the blasphemies contained within the Chthonic Chronicles?
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| I know all this, and more!
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| Have you, o' hybrid child of the cosmos,
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| gazed into the Great Eye of the Universe?
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| I have.
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| And what did you see there, young Xerxes?
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| I saw oblivion and damnation.
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| I saw truth, and enlightenment.
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| I saw the closure of the Great Circle Without End.
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| I saw the Sixth Great Cataclysm.
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| I saw the alpha and the omega, I saw the beginning… and I saw the end.
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| The end of all there is! |