Between Heaven and Hell, there are Fay.
Those in darkness have seen into the future.
Those blessed by the light would shine it on the past.
They see all destinies within the Threads that they touch.
Fate is the blood in the water.
It is the storms of angry fire.
It is his wings that span the mountains.
It is his breath that whispers through the chasms.
Her dreams fortify life.
Her nightmares channel death.
Her waking brings absolution.
Her light resonates a song of hope.
He is the darkness from where all emerged.
When the Threads of his Fate snap, Aragmoth rouses.
The Great Dragon of Nightmares that only the last Fay can stop.
There is a Heaven for each of us, but I will not find mine here.
--Texts of Daath, Dragon Aster
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